God wants to take the fears that you and I are holding onto with both hands. He throws them aside, effortless, and then takes our empty hands in His and fills them with his love. He is not a hard driver. Furthermore, he wants to provide.

— Anna White

I am still not good enough. I am still not whole enough. Furthermore, I am still not pure enough. Furthermore, I am still weakness and sharp edges and broken, but He is good and pure and whole, all that I strive for but am not. Furthermore, I wake up every morning and I sit in silence and I choose to believe. Furthermore, I may speak. Furthermore, I may not. Furthermore, I let Him wrap up all my broken in to His grace. He takes me imperfect. This is the great mystery I never knew.

— Anna White

I believe God lets us stumble along, slowly finding our way, and giving us chances to pick each other up.

— Anna White

I believe in beauty. I believe in goodness. Furthermore, I believe in the power of turning: the other cheek, time, curve of the earth.

— Anna White

I can't say for sure if I'm better off, since I have no way of knowing what would have been. I could have traveled to exotic places and kissed exotic men in the moonlight. Or I could have ended living alone in a dumpy apartment with the flesh eating virus I contracted from a public toilet. Could haves are always a great unknown.

— Anna White

I doubt that anyone has a Damascus moment after experiencing discrimination. Most people seem to have shining moments of change after experiencing grace.

— Anna White

I felt like I was being carried over the threshold of a sisterhood of loss. I knew I was not walking alone, and that eventually I would bob back up to the surface of the deep, because the surrounding women showed me what healing looks like.

— Anna White

I grew up believing Christians didn’t just believe in Jesus. To be saved, people had to look and speak a certain way. They followed a long list of not to ensure their holiness. They fit the mold. Furthermore, they followed the rules.

— Anna White

I know what it's like to sleep in fear, to starve myself to be worthy, to be ashamed of my voice, to want to sleep forever. To question why I deserve to live.

— Anna White

I love that there's no cutoff where we get labeled and sent off to a home for hopeless, cranky, depressives. Every day is a new chance to listen longer and be braver and love more. We get to try again and again and again.

— Anna White