God Writes Spiritual Mysteries On Our Heart,

I Want To Say Words That Flame As I Say Them, But I Keep Quiet And Don't Try To Make Both Words Fit In One Mouthful.

I Love Myself...i Love You. I Love You...i Love Myself.

Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

Your Defects Are The Ways That Glory Gets Manifested ... That's Where The Light Enters You.

He Has Afflicted You From Every Direction In Order To Pull You Back To The Directionless.