Give me a quiet life; one where I can hear the trees rustling in the wind, raindrops on the windows, pages of a book being turned, coffee being brewed, and the heartbeats of the ones I love.

Give me a quiet life; one where I can hear the trees rustling in the wind, raindrops on the windows, pages of a book being turned, coffee being brewed, and the heartbeats of the ones I love.

Some buy flowers while others go to where they are growing.

When society profits from self doubt, liking yourself is a rebellious act.

Fixing all your mistakes will erase who you are.

The true test of faith is when you don’t understand anything at all, and still trust God.

Thank You, God, for the country I live in!

Just stop and listen to wheat the trees have to say. You may stay there for hours, not wanting to leave, as the forest has nothing to say; it just lets you breathe.

If you don’t listen to your child’s little things when little they won’t tell you the big things when they are big.

Our salvation depends not on who we are but who Christ is.

It’s okay to let yourself be happy because you never know how fleeting that source of joy might be.

The weaknesses and temptations of this body where allowed by God so that I would realize my need of a savior.

A happy ending cannot come in the middle of a story.

Trust is the fruit of a relationship where there is mutual love.

Patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet.

Gardening: the art of losing track of time and finding peace among the flowers.
