YOU ARE SPECIAL

 Happy New Month my amazing readers, I would like to remind you that you are very special, unique and purposeful, don't let anyone tell you otherwise,you are who you are regardless of what the crowd is screaming.There is a purpose for your presence, there is a reason for your dream.It all starts with you and your beliefs because your mind is very powerful stay blessed, stay beautiful and above all  enjoy your summer. ( I just believe someone had to hear this🥰🥰🥰🥰🤩🥰)
Love,
IMAX

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  1. UnknownAugust 3, 2021 at 2:19 AM

    Thanku it's beautiful

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  2. LeticiaAugust 3, 2021 at 2:26 AM

    Thank this is awesome. The meaning of fear for me is ; *Face Everything and Rise*.

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  3. UnknownAugust 3, 2021 at 9:08 AM

    Fear is not casting your worries on the Lord. This can be seen in the bible as our Jesus walked upon the see to demonstrate that the Lord has power over creation. When his disciples saw him walking on the sea, they thought he was a ghost. But, he cried out" Take heart, it is I, have no fear"


    Jesus we beg you to banish our fears as you speak once again saying " It is I, do not be afraid.

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  4. Aguode claireAugust 3, 2021 at 1:52 PM

    Thanks sweetie. That's beautiful. Well done🙃

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  5. ChibzAugust 5, 2021 at 8:58 AM

    Happy New Month to you too! Well said! It is exceedingly important to know how special we all are, no matter our mood or negative things experienced in this journey called life.

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