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“I’m still learning to love the parts of myself that no one claps for.”
what would it feel like to be loved and cherished simply for who you were and not how you performed?
“You don’t have to have a Bible,” she said with a laugh. “Just show up.
He still couldn’t get over the fact that she’d given him flowers.
That lighthouse is there because of a mistake—and it’s one of my favorite things about this place.”
It wasn’t passion or even ambition that motivated her. It was an overwhelming desire to be worthy.
She seemed to have her own demons to slay.
If love was really unconditional, if it didn’t need to be earned, she could stop striving so hard. She could simply be herself.
“Love and forgiveness aren’t earned. They’re freely given. Like a gift.
God created you—not only to be a dancer, but to be His child. He loves you for who you are. No strings attached.”
“I don’t deserve it,” she said aloud, though she hadn’t intended to. “That’s the point,” Hildy said. “None of us do.”
People are broken. And when they’re broken, they hurt the ones they love.
