If you are God’s, there is nothing impossible for you — Sunday Adelaja
If you are God’s, there is nothing impossible for you — Sunday Adelaja
If you are God’s, there is nothing impossible for you — Sunday Adelaja
If you are God’s, there is nothing impossible for you — Sunday Adelaja
If you are God’s, there is nothing impossible for you — Sunday Adelaja
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If you are God’s, there is nothing impossible for you

— Sunday Adelaja
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There is a widespread sense of loss here, if not always of God, then at least of meaning. — Charles Taylor, A Secular Age
I've seen too much sacrifice to believe that God is behind all of it, and I've seen sacrifice that has no indicia of the — Neil Abramson, Unsaid
Forgive my grief for one removedThy creature whom I found so fairI trust he lives in Thee and thereI find him worthier t — Alfred Tennyson
You are afraid to suffer, but it were better to thank God for it, since the more you undergo down here, the less you wil — Saint Lydwine of Schiedam
If God had not grievance to all, we will not have survived up to the time we repented — Sunday Adelaja
God can make good use of all that happens, but the loss is real. — C.S. Lewis, Perelandra
Grief is better than happiness, because in grief a person draws close to God. Your wings open. A tent is set up in the d — Bahauddin, The Drowned Book: Ecstatic and Earthy Reflections of the Father of Rumi
My experience is that God will meet us anywhere. Grieving badly and under the covers? He's there. Sitting at the cemeter — Shelley Ramsey, Grief: A Mama's Unwanted Journey
Grief is a stern teacher, but I am confident I could not have learned some lessons in any other way. For that, I am grat — Jennifer Beckstrand, Kate's Song
The kindness sent from one compassionate soul to another during the time of loss of one held so dear allows the sorrow-f — Molly Friedenfeld, The Book of Simple Human Truths
When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away, but when he confides to — Emily Dickinson
In our instinctive rebellion against pain, we are children again, and demand an active will to wreak our vengeance on. — George Eliot, Adam Bede