A tree does not announce as it grows. It just does so quietly. Gradually. With serenity. No one else must know, as long as the tree itself knows that it’s getting there.
(via withonefootinafairytale)
I’ll help you remember:
You are not your sins,
or your mistakes that
keep you up at night.
You are the child of
the most righteous King.
You are the Daughter
of Grace Himself.
You are the creation
of the purest of Loves.
You may not remember
your name, but that
name is not as important
as this: Child of the One True God.