This is Ireland, Finley. It's rough. It's wild. And it is holy.
Jenny B. JonesYou can talk to your old dad about anything, you know. Except boys. And bras. And that Bieber fellow.
Jenny B. Jones- We don't even like each other.
- I pretty much can't stand you.
And then his lips crushed to mine.
I believe God spoke to you at cliffs. Her hand came to rest on the top of my head. But perhaps you weren't truly listening
Jenny B. JonesTag: inspirational-quotes inspirational-life inspirational-religious
To truly try means to accept God's love, his healing, to accept the world can be ugly, but your heart doesn't have to be. It takes courage, Finley the warrior. You haven't held on to your anger and bitterness in search of healing, but as a banner of your hurt. Because it's real and visible and strong, " she said. "But so is God's love and so are those arms he's holding out for you.
Jenny B. JonesTag: love faith god-s-love
You’re a teenager. It’s all complicated.
Jenny B. JonesTag: growing-up complicated teenager
Does your love reach this far, God? And if it extends to heaven and beyond… why can’t it seem to find me?
Jenny B. JonesTag: faith god-s-love
My fate is like those envelopes – sealed and tossed aside.
Jenny B. JonesTag: fate hopelessness
What is it you want, Finley Sinclair?"
Some peace. Some healing. To hear God's voice again.
I wanted to find my brother's Ireland. To put it into song.
And I wanted my heart back.
"I'll know it when I find it." I looked past Beckett and into the night sky. "Or when it finds me.
Sir, your friend needs to put her seat belt on."
"As much as I like a lovely girl leaning on my shoulder," a lilting voice whispered near my ear, "I think you might want to listen to the flight attendant.
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