I am his, as he is mine. That is truth. And it is unbreakable.
JN FENWICKBe grateful for these storms, my child, for they carry lessons that transform our souls.
More JN Fenwick Quotes
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I’ve heard it said that to love completely is to lose yourself. How can that be? when loving you is discovering myself over and over again.
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One of the worst feelings I’ve experience, my child, is living with the consequences of staying silent when I should have used my voice.
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Love worth reaching for. Worth hurting for. Worth dying for. This love worth fighting for. And worth staying for.
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He speaks to me with his heart. and my heart cannot help but listen.
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Love. There are no barriers against its infinite power, my child, save for those we impose upon ourselves.
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Being real is effortless, my child, because it means we’ve embraced exactly who we are.
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From the dawn of time to the very last tick of the clock, our purpose has never depended on this world, because it always existed in eternity.
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It’s his soul that speaks to me.
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They never told us love would be easy. They only showed us love would always be enough.
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Without acceptance, I would have never known freedom. Without surrender, I would have never known peace. And without dying to myself, I would have never known what it truly means to live.
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She is wise, but still learning. She is brave, but ever thoughtful. She is deep, but still has oceans left to fill.
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We are all broken things. But there’s so much beauty in those cracks. And so much strength in those places we’ve mended.
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Great is Your presence, Lord. Great is Your peace. Great is Your truthfulness. Blessed be are we.
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Recovery isn’t an end-game. It’s an every day, by the grace of God, I choose me, I choose them, I’ve come this far, I will not go back, war for my soul that I will not lose.
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Maybe all these stars carry the souls of those we’ve lost. And our countless wishes carry all the love we never got to give them. Maybe.
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