Each and every moment, we are so loved. Held in a support without end. If we allow it. If we receive it. Four, five, six. An infinite love with infinite possibilities. Count on it, Love.
Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity…And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.
– Paulo Coelho
I’ll sing a song
And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me
Everyday I will
Find out what we’re made of
Let me spell it out plain and simple now