So lying underneath those stormy skies, she says "oh, I know the sun must set to rise."
He whispers His promises of restoration into my soul. “I will resurrect your broken heart.” His whispers are like rushing waters in this barren place.
athena grace (via kvtes)
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood (via energiesoftheuniverse)