I would like to be known as an intelligent woman, a courageous woman, a loving woman, a woman who teaches by being.
Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
Picture yourself when you were five. In fact, dig out a photo of little you at that time and tape it to your mirror. How would you treat her, love her, feed her? How would you nurture her if you were the mother of little you? I bet you would protect her fiercely while giving her space to spread her itty-bitty wings. she’d get naps, healthy food, imagination time, and adventures into the wild. If playground bullies hurt her feelings, you’d hug her tears away and give her perspective. When tantrums or meltdowns turned her into a poltergeist, you’d demand a loving time-out in the naughty chair. From this day forward I want you to extend that same compassion to your adult self.
I don’t trust anyone who hasn’t been self-destructive in some way.
And who hasn’t gone through some sort of self-loathing? You’ve got to bang yourself around a bit to know yourself.
I know men; and I tell you that Jesus Christ is no mere man. Between Him and every other person in the world there is no possible comparison. Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne, and have founded empires. But on what did we rest the creations of our genius? Upon force! Jesus Christ founded His empire upon love; and at this hour millions of men would die for Him.

(Source: democracyatwork)

This whole poem is handwritten and hangs by my mirror, love it.

This whole poem is handwritten and hangs by my mirror, love it.