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  • Touch The Sky (AMOG Series #4) by joelexxe
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    When the sky is out of reach, Jesus becomes my ladder. Just a note: I don't own the original photo, everything you see here was created using elements available on Canva.
  • What The  Wind Couldn't Carry by joelexxe
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    raw series #1: mountain
  • Autumn (AMOG: SS) by joelexxe
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    Untold Love story: Gracey and Nikol
  • Faith Above Every Fear (AMOG Series #3) by joelexxe
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    They say that faith can move mountains, but what if your fear stands guard on the peak? What if it threatens to push you down? In a world where silence is much safer than our prayers, one soul hides her light while the other one burns for truth. One single act of courage turns into a night of crime. Chains are forged. Mountains begin to move. Secrets start to surface... one thing that cannot be seen. The wind's whisper of betrayal echoes through the wall of faith and the garden of love. Somewhere between devotion and danger, one choice must be made, would it be surrender to faith... or believing even if it means destroying everything. When faith and fear meet at the peaks, one will remain standing. But... What if the greatest test of faith is not believing in God, but surviving what he reveals? Started: Ended: Just a note: I don't own the original photo, everything you see here was created using elements available on Canva.
  • Broken Vessels (AMOG Series #1) by joelexxe
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    Like a jar, I was whole. Tidy on the outside, but too fragile to keep. Then came the cracks. Small, easy to hide at first. Until I shattered, piece by piece, in the hands of people who never intended to keep me from the very beginning. They called me a mistake. And soon, I started calling myself unworthy. For a while, that become my only name. So I ran. From Him. From everyone. Ashamed of who I had become, and the cracks I had gathered from years of being blind. But can someone who is been shattered... still hold love again? What if healing feels heavier than the cracks? And what if God was never angry... just waiting? Started: March 19, 2024 Ended: July 5, 2025 Just a note: I don't own the original photo, everything you see here was created using elements available on Canva.