My name is Samantha. I love Jesus and I love you.

I told the Lion, ‘I can’t do it, there’s too much, I’m not ready. I fall short and I’m slow to receive the reality. I can’t even take the next step forward, I’m walking backwards. I can’t make it.’
The Lion replied, ‘How have you become convinced that any of this has to do with you? I’ve finished it. There are no steps to walk to get closer to Me. I’ve been with you from the beginning, and I am with you ‘til the end. I have trampled the distance. It is not you who walks to Me, but it is I who walks with you.’

'The joy of the Lord is our strength.' But it is not our joy in the Lord that gives us strength. The Lord’s joy is our strength. My strength comes not from how much joy I can manage to muster. Otherwise, I am the source of my strength and not God. My strength comes from the fact that our God rejoices in me. His joy in me makes me strong.

do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes

—Reyna Biddy (via hefuckin)

(Source: kushandwizdom, via 1959atheart)