365 Day Devotional Book Novels & Stories

Fade away Each new day For sun is on its way For tomorrow again For next day will be better again I will fight every disease The same way Life is easy If it's at risk If it pulls you within It's not a surprise It is for you because To drive life up again High gain High gain In dawn or dusk In heat or cold Life must exist This I was taught This, I am told Fight the storms in life Draw them away Draw them away From your peaceful day From your common place Is this day Is this day again I know the nurture I realise the day Let's celebrate Let's celebrate This morning This day It's rich in every way It's polite in its stay Let's make helpful use Of this day To knock out pain To knock out past sta

“I’ll help ya to your room.” Roslyn went to her room after helping David settled in his room; they skipped their usual night devotion because neither of them is in the right state of mind. David sat on the edge of his bed with the holy bible lying next to him; he wanted to read the scripture so badly, but he worried he wouldn’t know what exactly to read. The last time he’d read the scripture was fourteen years ago, when he was still a young teenager. David meticulously picked the bible and opened it page by page until he got to the book of Nahum 3:19. The scripture that has to do with healing, not just healing of the physical body but of the mind and heart. He read diligently so as not to mi

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

"The Little Star That Found Home." Teresa took it, turning it over in her hands. The cover was new, there wasn't a crease or scratch at all. "I don't remember buying this." "You didn't." Emma grinned. "It was already in my room." Teresa looked up. Mrs. Lim's forehead creased. "I've never seen that book before." Emma reached for it again. "Open it." Teresa did. The first page held a short handwritten message in neat black ink.

she said before the priest could finish his statement. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I'm just concerned," Henry replied. By the way, I brought you this basket of fruit and a Bible. You can read it anytime, whenever you feel like it. I brought it to help you in recovery. You just have to pray, and he will hear you out." "I don't think so," she replied and smiled bitterly. The atmosphere seemed heavy with unspoken emotions, and Khana's eyes held a mixture of weariness and hidden turmoil. Father Henry, sensing the weight on her shoulders, spoke in a gentle yet firm tone.

He was her anchor, her reason to wake up every day with purpose, her daily reminder that she had survived everything life had thrown at her. The morning sun poured through the windows, dust motes dancing in the light. Claire sipped her coffee, enjoying the warmth and silence before the inevitable chaos of the day. For a moment, she allowed herself to relax completely. This life, simple though it was, felt like a victory. She had left behind a life that had nearly broken her, and yet here she was—alive, independent, thriving. But just as she was beginning to sink into the comfort of her routine, a sharp knock on the door pulled her out of her reverie.

"This, coming from the man, who has set a gift on my nightstand every night since we were mated. He does this so I can wake up every morning and find it there. He hasn't missed a single day since then. Even when I gave birth. He placed it next to me and I looked over and about fainted. When he has to go away for business and I can't go with him, he plans the gifts ahead of time and has the boys place them out for me. When I asked him why, he simply stated, that everyday I am with him is the best gift I can give him, so he is just simply returning the favor." "Exactly, I see nothing wrong with that. Your joy everyday when you thank me is the best thing I could ask for. You never expect it but

The things happening to me were enough to drive anyone to the brink of madness. I stared at the open, leather bound book, The Devil's Bible, that I had been writing in a felt as though I was slowly losing my process and train of thoughts. I placed down the black pen to look at what I had spent the whole night writing, it was completely unreadable, meaningless like the rest of the writings in the book.

Ever since Evan Moore renounced his worldly pursuits in order to pray for me, I would visit him at the monastery once every month. However, he wasn't in the meditation chamber today. As I waited for Evan inside, a breeze blew open his handwritten scripture. I was surprised when I casually skimmed through the words on the pages. He had always been protective of this handwritten scripture. Every time I asked to see it, he insisted I fast and pray for a week first. However, it was impossible for me to meet such strict demands when I still had to take care of our son.

I turned around again on my bed trying to find a magic position to make me sleep and forget reality. I just couldn't rest, as I turned around my eyes landed on that one book, that one book I do not like to cslla book , I call it life. I got off my bed and walked to my drawer to pick up my bible. I had gifted one to Desiree and I had one with me. I opened it up and started reading…. One hour later…. I closed down on my bible with a heavy sigh from my lungs. My heart was now steady and normal. I looked at the bible again and just smiled, funny how much life it had and no one seems to understand the gravity it has, the amount of life it gives.