By God's Grace Novels & Stories

"Oh God, please forgive me!" ***

Lester looked at me with undisguised smugness, yet he still forced himself to put on a magnanimous act. He said, "It's okay, really. I'll be fine as long as Fred doesn't make things difficult for me at work. We're colleagues, after all. Let's just work together in peace." Sandra looked at Lester with clear approval. "Lester, you're just too kind. People take advantage of the kindhearted. If you keep being like this, you'll suffer for it."

It gave me a lot of closure and support when I thought I had no one in this world. You called out my name Knew my past, covered my shame This amazing grace You've shown So patiently You've shown So patiently And You waited For me Just for me Oh... You waited For me Just for me. Where would I be If you let me down Where would I be If you let me down Where would I be If you let me down Where would I be If you let me down But you waited, waited You waited, waited You waited, waited You waited, waited Where would I be

He believes that good intentions will always be made easy by God, the most important thing is that he continues to be grateful and does not stop praying so that help will always be with him. [][][][]

He laughed jovially while the Devil cursed. The light King ran across the board to Grace and took her to God, begging him to let her in and keep her safe. God agreed, saying her soul was already safe and she was happy in Heaven. He said he had a message from her. “Be safe,” God spoke in Grace’s voice. “Be happy. Live, Nathan. Live for the both of us, make the most of it. Love with everything you have, and don’t be afraid. Fear is a product of the Devil. Don’t let him rule you.”

While doing the laundry, Marie’s thoughts were back on the conversation made by Mrs. Grace Reyes. With the bible in hand, Grace asked her, “Are you familiar with John 3:16?” “Yeah!” “But do you understand what that verse is all about?” “It says that God loved the world that He gave Jesus Christ, His only son and we will not be in condemnation but have eternal life.”

You should be grateful. Those words. Those fucking words that have haunted me since I was sixteen years old. When Father made me drop out of school to work in his café—"You should be grateful for the opportunity." When Damien refused my divorce request—"You should be grateful I don't leave you with nothing." When Elena took my savings, my apartment deposit, my grandmother's necklace—"You should be grateful I even asked instead of just taking it." Grateful. Grateful. Grateful. For what? For being used? For being invisible? For spending my entire life as their emotional punching bag and financial safety net?

"Go and apologize to Joshua. Bow to him while you're at it. "Then you'll get the money." Joshua was there, faking a nice smile. My hands were fists at my sides, so tight that they hurt. I had to do that for my mom. I bent my body in a full bow and forced out the words, saying, "I'm sorry, Joshua. I've got it all wrong about you before." Joshua made a show of helping me up, but he was really making fun of me. "You're making too much of it. I never held it against you.

Another battle with code. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes burned. But when her app finally compiled successfully, her heart fluttered. “It works…” she whispered to herself, smiling softly. Then, quieter: “Thank You, God. Please… let this be the start of something.” Her faith was faint, almost fragile—a whisper she wanted to believe but rarely had time to nurture. Across the hall, Amara Burnett lay sprawled in her silk sheets, her phone buzzing nonstop. BOARD REMINDER: Presentation at 3:00 PM. Please have your projections finalized.

“Chamomile. It helps calm the mind.” “Feels like more than that,” Sandra murmurs. “You do not have to thank me,” Mom says gently. “Kindness is not payment, it is grace.” Sandra lowers her gaze. “I do not think I deserve any of this.” Micah leans back. “Then take it as a gift.” Mom nods in approval. “Exactly. Grace is not earned.” Sandra laughs quietly, shaking her head. “You two really sound like therapists.” “Maybe we have had practice,” I tease.