Blind Faith Synonym Novels & Stories

ME— Bullshit. “Faith?” I sneered at Bobby. “Faith in what? That God made me crippled like this only to send some half-wit bullshit artist to ‘heal me’ for His greater glory? Just like that Bastard hit Mom with a fucking drunk driver so He could show us His ‘greater glory’ and ‘grace?’ It’s bullshit, Bobby. Either it’s all lies, God doesn’t exist and we ended up like this by accident and Mom got killed because life just sucks, or God made us like this and killed Mom just so He could prove how fucking awesome He is. Fuck that, Bobby. If that’s His deal, if that’s the ‘faith’ I gotta have to get ‘healed’ . . . no thanks.”

The man said in a pleading voice. Bonnie sighed, "You sure your wife won't mind?" "I'm sure." "Okay. I'm Bonnie, by the way." "I'm Blake. Pastor Blake." Bonnie smiled as she, Egg and Blake walked to his car. *** "Honey, I'm home!" Blake happily said as he walked into his house with Egg and Bonnie. A petite woman with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared. "Oh, hey. Uhh, who is this?" "Babe, this Bonnie and her guide dog, Egg. They'll be staying with us until Bonnie gets back on her feet. Is that okay?" Bonnie's cheeks reddened.

“He wants us to choose — between trusting each other… or doubting.” The feed crackled — and then Kane’s voice filled the room, cold, calm, disturbingly intimate. > “Beautiful, isn’t it?” “How easily faith can become fear.” “How one whisper can turn unity into suspicion.” Ava aimed at the speaker, firing a shot that silenced the room — but his words lingered like smoke. > “You think you’ve beaten me,” Kane continued through another channel. “But the greatest weapons are not guns or blades — they’re belief. And I will make you question yours.”

"This is creation and only a fraction of the whole glory of God for us humans." "I would never have thought you were such a man." She admitted and looked at the sky, which was getting brighter. "What kind of man?" "A man who believes in something that you cannot see." "But the belief is a firm confidence in what one hopes and a non-doubt of what one does not see." "That sounds nice."

The pain in my chest was suffocating—I couldn't believe any of this was real. I drifted off to sleep in a daze. In my semiconscious state, the sound of conversing voices came through the door. Two nurses were gossiping quietly in the patient room next door. "Did you see today's trending news? The patient in Room 101 is a plagiarist. How shameless." "Isn't she a well-known artist? I never thought she'd do something like that." A sudden wave of dread washed over me upon hearing this. When I unlocked my phone, I saw my social media posts were flooded with hate comments with blurred vision. People were calling me a plagiarist and were attacking me on every social media platform I had.

Almost smug. 'He's yours,' she repeated for the hundredth time that week. Not loud. Not demanding. Simply true. "Certainty doesn't mean safety," I reminded her quietly. 'It does when it's real.' I'd believed in bonds before. Believed the Moon Goddess knew what she was doing when she'd paired me with Laziel. That belief had shattered spectacularly. Trust felt dangerous. Hope felt naive. Wanting felt like asking for pain. A sharp yelp cut through the training circle.

The content was always just one sentence—"I am a liar." Mom would forgive me once I was done, right? Maybe she would even take me to the hospital then. With incredibly shaky hands, I opened the crumpled notebook. It was densely filled with my past reflection essays. All I used to write were sentences like, "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I won't lie again." But this time, I wanted to write some truths. My vision grew blurry, and tears kept falling as I slowly wrote, "Mom, I really love you. I really am in pain. Why won't you believe me? Can you believe me just this once, Mom?"

Crystal said. "You're blind." I'M HERE FOR GOD SAKES! "Nah.. I trust her." I turned to Crystal disbelief. "Let's prove it then.." Oh shoot!

'It's about time you proved your stories to be real once and for all, that's of course, if they're not just stories? Blake looked over at Samuel and grinned. 'Not just stories, Semyaza. Time has rendered you faithless. You have forgotten our beginnings. You have forgotten the truth. But you will remember, and you will have faith again.' He looked around at all the demons. 'You will all have faith.'

There are days when I wonder what the world around me looks like, what the prey I eat looks like, I even wonder what my mate looks like but I'll never ask because I know that although I am blind and most likely odd looking I will never stand alone. For I am blinded but not deaf, I am blinded but not alone, I am blinded and I will always have a place within this world.