“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."Words written in red, circled by Will. And lived."Jesus, I’ve listened to the lies too long. They’ve filled my head and led me on a long chase of things that don’t matter. I bought into what Satan was feeding me until barely recognized my own face in the mirror. It took Will’s death and Lucy’s leaving to show me where my priorities should be.I want to live for you.I just . . . want to live.”

Jenny B. Jones

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