One of the things I am very aware of not having in my life is the love of my father. ...but I know now that it is hard to make up that loss in the life of a daughter. It's your dad who tells you that you are beautiful. Its your dad who picks you up over his head and carries you on his shoulders. It's your did who will fight the monsters under your bed. It's your dad who tells you that you are worth a lot, so don't settle for the first guy who tells you you're pretty.

You are loved, you are beautiful, you are treasured, and you are a daughter of the living God.

Jesus is a divine guest inside of you all the time - one who loves, understands, sees and hears you. He wants to live in oneness with you... to be the centerpiece of everything you do.

If you love something, set it free.

The only way a relationship will last is if you see it as a place that you go to give, and not a place that you go to take.

Let us love one another as God loves each one of us. And where does this love begin? In our own home. How does it begin? By praying together.

Without love, there can be no connection, no future, and no success together.

What matters is how well we have loved.

A mother can be only as happy as her unhappiest child.

Mother, you can still hold hold on but forgive, forgive and give for long as long as we both shall live, I forgive you, Mother.

Children can be your heartache. But that doesn't matter, you have to go on and have them . . . it works out.

Mom had promised to stay clean as long as I was a good enough son to make it worth her while.