Tessa Emily Hall Quotes

His blood poured out on the cross was to bring about your healing. Every bruise inflicted upon his body was tolerated because of His overwhelming love for you. He knew every sin you'd commit, yet He still chose to bear your punishment.

God transformed the darkest day humankind had ever known into a new sunrise, and He can transform our darkest days into new birth as well.

Because the same God who paints a rainbow across the sky after a rainstorm is the same One who can produce joy from our hardships.

Life is too short, you know? You have to make the best of it. Do things most teenagers wouldn't do.

Without the dark, we'd never see the stars. There also would be no use for the moon if there was never a night.

Jesus didn't pay such a huge sacrifice so I could say the prayer of salvation, attend church, and get into heaven. He paid this sacrifice so I could receive the abundant life that comes through knowing Him personally.

Scars can actually be proof of a healing wound.

When you try to be someone else, you're not only neglecting your true self; you're also sacrificing the potential God has planted within you. The potential to rise to your calling, reach others through your gifts, and make a difference.

He's not going to applaud us for becoming famous during our lifetimes; He's going to ask us how we used our spotlight to bring Him glory.
He's not going to ask us how many trophies and awards we received; He's going to ask us how we used our gifts to build the body of Christ.

There has to be more to life. Sure, bad stuff happens, but what about all the good stuff?

We don't have to wait for the sunshine of spring to splash color into our days when our relationship with Jesus illuminates brightness to every day.

As we find our worth and forgiveness at the feet of Jesus, these chains will loosen. We'll be free to run into His loving arms - restored and whole. Not because we're perfect or sinless. But because Jesus saw our flaws and sins and still, He said, "You are worth dying for.

My own life is a fairy tale story - one that has already been written by the hands of God.

The next time you find yourself ashamed of your reflection, put on your new lens. Not the lens of the world, but the lens of the Word. The only lens that will reveal your true reflection.

Hiding a wound can cause a serious infection without healing. It has to be exposed and washed. Sure, the cleansing may cause pain at first - but, in the end, it brings healing, as well as relief.

Clothes, coffee, books, money, achievements, perfect circumstances . . . none of this can come close to bringing me the joy that comes from the Holy Spirit.

I wonder if only artists can feel peace like this - such a gentle, inconspicuous peace that an ordinary person might not even notice.

This typewriter is the only one that has listened to me throughout the years, the only one who wants to know the girl beneath my layers.

Who do those boys think they are, treating us as if we are their property, taking away our innocence?

It's as if Mom was expressing herself in a language other than English; a language that Grandma wouldn't be able to interpret simply by looking at the music notes.

Words, to me, are the same as an instrument is to a musician. I never know where this typewriter is going to take me until I begin. I never know what I'm feeling until I read over what I have written.

It's easy to be a Christian when you're living the perfect life. It's easy to live a perfect life when God seems to be showering you with blessings.

The only beauty we'll give account for in eternity is our godliness.

As we become obsessed with Jesus, we'll begin to reflect His image to those around us. Our speech will transform. Our character will look more like His. Why? Because our lives will always mirror the idols of our hearts.

What if we could paint the moon a different color? Like - purple?

Let's strive to become as protective over our time with God as we are with our daily cup of brew. Let's become addicted to our "spiritual caffeine fix.

But where we see trash, God sees potential. The Mater Artist, with His tender touch, can rework our suffering into a pattern of good.

That's what gives me hope, knowing that the moon that glowed in the sky on that magical night is the same one above us now.

There's beauty in letting go. It doesn't have to be so painful.