Michele McKnight Baker

“Lord bless this land, and all who inhabit it. Bless the earth. 'Tis borrowed from you after all. Let the work be fit worship to You. Grant us safety as we work. Grant us favor against any untoward spirits. Jealousy. Greed. Bigotry." Chance paused. "Even such as shadows my own heart. Forgive my tresspasses as I forgive.”

“Depression can be a form of self hatred. We don't feel comfortable in our own skin.”

“Are you willing to care enough to get hurt?”