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'I-I didn't pray to God for this! Noticing the faint grimace on Julien's face and realizing that if she didn't control the situation well, Harrison might start suspecting something, Helena immediately adopted a serious tone and said, "Sir, don't be too surprised. Remember, in Matthew 7:7: 'Ask, and it shall be given to you; seek, and you shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.' This is the grace God gives to His believers!" She continued, "Even during the most difficult times in my life, I persisted in praying to God every day, and I used this scripture to encourage myself, reminding myself that God will never abandon me!"

Well, because I like my life. I finish taking a shower and I'm about getting dressed when Amanda finishes with her prayer session. A sigh of relief escapes my mouth as I thank God. I just don't get why people pray for as long as forever and on top of that, they pray loudly. Like, didn't you read the part that said close your door and pray silently because God who also sees in secret can hear you and will reward you?

I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing the worn cover of the book harder against my ribs. "Cast out these evil thoughts," I prayed aloud, my breath hitching as I rocked back and forth on the floor. "Oh Lord. Fill my heart with strength so I don't look at him again. Deliver me from this temptation. Do not let me be corrupted. Please, just give me the strength to survive this temptation and overcome this weakness."

He came not with questions, but with venom. “I don’t believe in any of this,” Levi spat, gesturing at the rows of books. “It’s all a lie.” Arthur didn’t argue. He simply pulled a small stool beside the boy, opened a book of prayers written by early martyrs, and read one aloud. He spoke gently, his voice threading through the thick silence. The words didn’t preach—they mourned, pleaded, believed through pain. Levi returned the next day. And the day after that.

Wilson was doing the same, and Mark tried to imagine the man standing there staring down at the other three, the expression of confusion that must be on his face…but that wasn’t what Mark was supposed to be doing. Just like the rituals of the Eucharist, there was theatre in all of this, but it mustn’t be empty dramatics. Mark couldn’t pretend to pray just for effect—he had to actually do it. So he cleared his mind, found the words, and ran over them in his mind. One repetition and he was calmer. His pulse was slowing and he could feel the heat draining from his face. A second run-through to bring him back into himself and find his center. A third and then a fourth repetition to strengthen hi

Chapter Eighty-one [ Fantasy Idols] Ernest opens his eyes to see the goodness of God in the land of the living saying, “Shine Your face to us, filling us with Your life-giving power that calms us when anxieties attack, giving us joy, comfort, and quiet." Ernest is already on fire to combat the adversaries that attempt to project them, and he humbly prays, "I beg that You repair any fault in our lives and allow Your holy spirit dwell in our hearts."

Per say no time had passed at all up here , it had only been three minutes since he left. He went towards her, bending down to kiss her on her forehead. A silent prayer for her to come back to him. Taking out the book Hades had given to him, he walked over to his reading nook, sat down and started reading. The book was about necromancy and didn't ways to perform them, writing by the necromancer himself of course. It was even signed for Hades. Raphael rolled his eyes and seeing that he'd tried most of these spells he flipped through the book a bit until a peculiar practice caught his eye. The text was about raising someone who's spirit hadn't left their bodies yet. It was quite a stretch but

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.

Once we were all together, Dad signaled for me to lead the prayer. I took a deep breath and nodded, realizing that this was something I could do. As we gathered in the living room, I closed my eyes and began to speak, my voice trembling. "Lord our God, You are great and almighty. We come to You with humble hearts, pleading for Your mercy. Please keep Poppy safe from all harm and bring her back to us safely. We're lost without her. She's the light of my life, and I can't imagine a world without her. Give her strength, wherever she is. And give us the strength to keep hoping, to keep believing that she'll come back to us.”

I run my hand over it before propping it open. 'How to refine your magic: A Complete Guide'. "Hmmm…" I purse my lips together. Could this actually be the answer to all of my prayers? Gods, I hoped so. Closing the book, I flip the book over. Weirdly enough, there's no barcode on the back of it, nor on the inside cover when I flip it open again. Had someone left this here on accident? I tuck it close to my chest. Well, finder's keepers, right?