“When I loved myself enough, I let the tomboy in me swing off the rope in Jackass Canyon. Yes!”
“Don’t ever scare me like that again, swinging on the rope.”“I won’t. I’ll find a new way,” she teased.”
“When I loved myself enough, I no longer needed things or people to make me feel safe.”
“When I loved myself enough, I would sometimes wake in the night to music playing within me.”
“I start to see that I surround myself with broken people; more broken than me. Ah, yes, let me count your cracks. Let's see, one hundred, two... yes, you'll do nicely. A cracked companion makes me look more whole, gives me something outside myself to care for. When I'm with whole, healed people I feel my own cracks, the shatters, the insanities of dislocation in myself.”
“When obedience to God contradicts what I think will give me pleasure, let me ask myself if I love Him.”