We can't predict what's going to happen, but having love is worth the risk.

Whether fate or fortuitous,The voyage is incessant.Life is gratuitous,It's regrets recrudescent.We so blindly see adversely,Linear to some 'decree'.Sentenced by each other,To live this critically.To err is Human,Ironic that we divest.For any man who puts that past him,No misfortunes he has left.

Our weaknesses may never go away but when we give them to God, His grace will turn them into something beautiful...

I love that there's no cutoff where we get labeled and sent off to a home for hopeless, cranky, depressives. Every day is a new chance to listen longer and be braver and love more. We get to try again and again and again.

And how long will your fingers be so tangled in the law that you can't live out of My grace?

What is a miracle if not the manifestation of light where darkness is expected?