Quotes About Acceptance

And I would discover how much of life is defined by what you want to keep and what you are forced to lose.

We're the unknown Americans, the ones no one even wants to know, because they've been told they're supposed to be scared of us and because maybe if they did take the time to get to know us, they might realize that we're not that bad, maybe even that we're a lot like them. And who would they hate

We're the unknown Americans, the ones no one even wants to know, because they've been told they're supposed to be scared of us and because maybe if they did take the time to get to know us, they might realize that we're not that bad, maybe even that we're a lot

We're the unknown Americans, the ones no one even wants to know, because they've been told they're supposed to be scared of us and because maybe if they did take the time to get to know us, they might realize that we're not that bad, maybe even that we're a lot like them. And who would they hate then? It

Lucas: Are you afraid of dogs, Miranda? Miranda: Dogs, no. Ponies with fangs take some gettin used to.

My father had been buried for a month when my mother came back to claim me. She returned as somebody even I didn't recognize—a spirit barely alive imprisoned in her body, a husk. When we returned home, I mourned as much for the loss of my mother as I did for my father. Even then her shoulders had started to slump in surrender. Her skin had begun to wrinkle.

It's alright. It's okay if it's about your ego. Sometimes it's got to be about your ego. Just know that it is.

We have a Savior Who took on our humanity to take on our shame. We have a God Who knows the pain of betrayal, abandonment, humiliation, and violence, Who shows us that wounds can be healed and can be purified. It's okay if your past is messy.

The important question to ask is why these bodies are allowed to exist. If a country such as Spain allowed a repressive body like the Inquisition to exist for four hundred years, it is not because the Inquisition forced itself on the Spanish nation. It is because the Spaniards allowed it to exist.

I'd learned not to put a question mark where God put a period.

What I do know is that love, real love, true unconditional love, transcends age, race, and religious beliefs. It sees the good, focuses on the good, and constantly emphasizes it.

But ignorance manufactures denial. So though my eyes were sometimes black or swollen, my lips puffy or busted, though I often intentionally wore clothes that would hide the black and blue bruises scattered all over my body, or grit my teeth through the pain in an effort to walk so I could look as if nothing were wrong—when in fact my entire body was sore—I believed that as long as he didn't break any bones, it wasn't really violence.

We don't always recognize mercy when we see it. It isn't always what we want or think we need, but it's there. It's here.

We must nurture our capacity for prayers of submission. If we remain stuck only in prayers of avoidance, we are vulnerable to believing that avoiding loss is the only acceptable outcome. When we ask for only one thing, we are essentially insisting that it is the only acceptable thing. This insistence leaves us highly vulnerable to a range of Satan's temptations. We are vulnerable to engaging in all sorts of problematic behavior.

There's one highly effective intervention only you can deliver in a dosage more potent than any secular medical professional could deliver: you can provide acceptance. Radical, loving, compassionate acceptance. The "Jesus touching the leper" kind of acceptance. The acceptance that is expressed with hugs, reassuring pats, and sometimes just the kind of silent but loving physical presence of a parent that anxious children can feel in their bones.

the key insight for now is that we will miss Jesus' solution if we follow some narrative that pushes everything out toward external blame. Such a narrative is like a faulty sign pointing us away from Jesus because his acceptance of us takes place inside us—it doesn't happen "out there.

At that time in my life, no conclusion was a bad conclusion. Something ended, and you stopped wishing and worrying. You could consider your mistakes, and you might be embarrassed by them, but the box was sealed, the door was shut, you were no longer immersed in the confusing middle.

What difference does a little rain matter, since you'll be getting wet anyhow?

It's hard to believe the old saying that "things happen for a reason" when the things happening to you are god-awful and you just want them to be over with. No matter how I looked at it, I just couldn't wrap my head around the idea that this had happened for some reason that made any sense.

Am I ready to accept full protection so I can safely live my purpose in this world?

What I learned from this experience was that you can't control others' emotions. Nor can you heal or fix emotions that aren't your own. They stay stuck in or around you and are impossible to dissolve.

Rather than allowing our response to an even affect our breathing, we can learn instead to let our breathing change our relationship to the event.

How tragic could a breakup be when it was a part of the fabric of expectation from the beginning?

A werewolf. The knowledge wasn't so shocking now. How could it be? He was right. She was a vampire. Not like she could judge.