Books About Finding Faith Novels & Stories

Ace whimpered. “I haven’t found what I came here for.” I said as I turned from the altar and faced the large bookshelf on the opposite wall. Running my fingers across each book, I skimmed over the titles in hopes that something would click with me. When I was almost done looking through the variety of books, my fingers hesitated on a black book with a weird symbol.

It makes me realize that even if I cannot find the faith in myself, I can find it inside of you. Faith is about believing. You don't know how it will happen, but it will happen.

Shrugging at him as I chew on a granola bar, swallowing before I reply, "She won't dad because she believes that she's protecting Gavin from my disease and sin and that her hope is that he won't turn out like me." "Dude, that's really what she thinks?" Bianca asks me shocked, her eyes wide. I nod and she continues with, "She does realize that being gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, pansexual, asexual and so on, isn't a disease, some religions might view these as a sin; but those who truly love all humans won't believe this?" "That's the thing though, she really does believe that being anything but heterosexual is a disease and sin even though she's isn't religious one bit," I say bitterly

I said sarcastically and noticing my barely concealed frightened expression, Logan sighed. "Look, Joy, it-it all depends on our beliefs until we actually die and find out the answers. The answers to your questions cannot be found in some-some book or from some saint or-or from another person unless you share the same beliefs. It depends on your perception, faith, whatever you want to call it. If you love the- for example- if you love the taste of pizza, it becomes your favourite food. If you love a certain myth or if-if it gets in your head, it becomes your belief just as most of us believe that-that good deeds leads us to heaven because we want people to be good."

“Oh, I have many questions about this entire situation and about all of you. But I have a feeling that most of those will probably go unanswered. And I did freak out at first, but once the adrenaline and fear weren’t driving my brain I’ve been able to think it through. I’ve had all night to ponder this unexpected experience here; the most shocking part is that I’m not scared. A little surprised by you, but not scared.” “That seems odd, and highly unlikely that you’d have zero fear of us.” I organize my thoughts for a few seconds before I respond, “Madison, we live in a world where religious faith and following a book written thousands of years ago, can have a greater hold on a person’s psych

I let out a deep sigh at my weakness. "You have to read this book, Aron. I stumbled upon this book while browsing the market for new, worthwhile novels to read. Learn to find harmony in all aspects of your life and overcome guilt and desperation. I'm sure this book will help you with that." I retrieved the book from her hands. "Where to find peace?" The book's title drew me in. I don't typically read spiritual novels, but there's something about that book title that makes me want to read it right away.

"You're burning up, child. I'm going to get you some water and some toast. You need to eat something." I nodded, feeling a wave of gratitude toward her. But I knew I couldn't tell her what was really going on. I couldn't tell her about the divorce, about Elvis infidelity, about the emotional turmoil that was wreaking havoc on my body. As the day wore on, the ill feeling intensified. The nausea became more frequent, so I decided to step out for a walk and maybe get a few things in the convenience store. “ Mrs Rand's i need to step out and get chewing gum in the convenience store” i told Mrs Rands, seems she is watching a show, because she quite into the movie

This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

I don’t know if I want to know the truth anymore. I’m standing in front of him now. My heart is pounding in my chest, but my voice is steady, calm—forced. “Charles,” I start, keeping my eyes locked on his. “I found something.” His brow furrows. He’s always been so composed, but now there’s a flicker of concern in his gaze. “What do you mean?” I don’t waste time. I hold up the letter, letting it fall between us. “This. What’s it about?”

He wondered what kind of books she likes to read, or if this is her way to find something around. Mateo doesn’t trust her, and she doesn’t completely trust him. If it wasn’t for her father telling her to come to see Mateo, she wouldn’t even come near a man like him. His eyes followed her to the bookshelves. His eyes were on her hands – he wanted to make sure she doesn’t place anything there or take anything. He tilted his head and witness her eyes squinting as she look through the titles of the books, many of them foreign to her. Faith tied her hands behind her as she looked through the books. Mateo noticed how she was muttering something under her breath as she go through them.