Bible Verse About Rising From The Ashes Novels & Stories

And it's time I make you realise this. Forgive me my little Phoenix. We are going to enter a fire of burning flames. Where I hope you will stay true to your name. And despite everything that happens now, you will rise back from your ashes once again.

In the bible, it says in James 1:21 (King James Version) "Wherefore lay apart all filthiness and superfluity of naughtiness, and receive with meekness the engrafted word, which is able to save your souls." Engrafted means to insert or fix (something) permanently to something else. The Non-Russians at Mary's Church still kill Russians & disobey God's words. They are lukewarm Christians. They are lukewarm of the worst kind. In the Bible, it says in Revelation 3:16 (KJV)

By now I was already in my Bedroom, my haven as I will call it. " What should I do, Lord? " I mumbled as hot tears streamed down my face. Suddenly I remembered the verse in the Bible which says. << I will lift eyes to the hills _ from when we come tomy help? >> << My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and Earth. >> I suddenly felt comforted remembering this. Then I remembered another verse from the Bible. Which says. << Ask and it shall be given unto you, Seek and ye shall find, knock and it shall be opened unto you. >>

She blew on the lighter, and the flame went out, then she looked back up to the sky and glared. DUSK CAME and Adeline looked away from the window, unable to face the rising moon. Idaliah finally calmed down and was crouched in a corner, rocking herself to sleep. "Don't blame yourself," Adeline said comfortingly. "You have done your part, and..." She sighed. "We are but extras to fate's will." And yet even she couldn't hold on to her words. She knew how Idaliah felt. The guilt, the helplessness, the uselessness—she understood them all.

Annabelle. “The phrase ‘Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of resurrection to eternal life’ is commonly used during funerals, its origins, surprise surprise, are from the b- Annabelle! Are you sleeping again?” Miss Monet crossed her hands on her hips as the bright red-headed girl at the back row drooled on her desk.

Ash smiled slowly, reverent and pressed her palm into the torch’s flame. The skin sizzled. She didn’t flinch. “She made me in her image,” Ash whispered, voice trembling with reverence and rage. “And then she tried to bury what she’d created.” Her gaze lifted to the blackened cross still hanging above the altar. “But daughters always rise from their mother’s bones.” The crowd roared. Chanting her name. Ash. Ash. Ash. And from the smoke-filled rafters, the first snow of burning ash fell soft as blessing, cruel as prophecy.

The phoenix’s warning echoed in my mind, but so did its promise. “From the ashes, you rise.” And as the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, I knew we had no choice but to believe in it.

Endless flames and demonic beasts poured out from the rift, plunging the mortal world into chaos and suffering. My father collapsed to his knees, looking at the devastation in despair. He knelt before me, weeping in remorse. “I’m sorry, Queenie. I’m really sorry. I wronged you and your mother, but these people are innocent. If you must kill, kill only me. Please spare them.” “They’re innocent, yet I’m not?” I laughed. “Did I deserve to have my one thousand years of cultivation destroyed? Did I deserve to be reduced to nothing? Did I deserve to die?”

I tried to chuckle. “I now know where the saying curiosity killed the cat came from, I think I might die” as she buried her head in my chest and took a deep breath. “You smell like you are fresh out of the shower” She mumbled without lifting her face away from my chest. “You would be right, I got a bit messy at work” “Please tell me he didn’t shit on you” She gagged.