By God's Grace Novels & Stories

As her hand extended, he caught it firmly. The two of them rose together, voices clear and steady as they declared, "Thank you for your gracious favor, Your Majesty!"

"One day, you will sit in a room where someone is waiting for your nod, your hand, or just one fair word from you. When that day comes, remember the road you took to get here." Lila nodded hard and pinned the badge to her chest. When she walked out, her back was straighter than when she had come in. Sunlight came through the window and landed on the new file on my desk. It was a proposal for a fund that Northbridge would use to invest in companies founded by low-income women, immigrant women, and founders mainstream capital kept ignoring. I already had a name for it. The Grace Fund. There were still so many Grace Walkers in this world. They were trapped in their own coal towns, ledgers, cont

Grace dreamed of me? *****

Henry stood. They formed a circle, holding hands, and Grandma Grace bowed her head. "Dear Lord," she began, her voice steady and strong despite the tears in her eyes. "We come to you today asking for your protection and your grace. We're asking you to watch over Andrea and her baby. Give her strength, give her courage, protect them both. Help them through this. We trust in you. We believe in your goodness. Please, Lord, bring them both safely through this labor. Please."

Clearing her throat, Grace forced a chuckle and said, "Sorry for saying unnecessary things. Oh... look! I've become skilled with the crutches. It's thanks to you." Adro smiled and nodded once. "Glad to help you. You're an independent woman." "Everyone becomes independent when circumstances force them to. My grandmother used to say, As humans, we must be able to adapt quickly—even though I still struggle with that, to be honest," Grace replied, her voice dwindling to a murmur. "Your grandmother was a wise woman. No wonder you grew into a woman with a beautiful heart. No need to judge yourself," Adro said.

Thank you. "What are you thanking me for? Have you ever considered that you deserved this all along? Come on, get in. I'll drive you home," he replied.

I closed my eyes, forcing myself not to think about it. The ink on the agreement was still fresh, a binding seal on our broken marriage. As his arms tightened around me, I felt only a suffocating nausea. I stood rigid in his embrace, counting the seconds until he would let go. This wasn't a reconciliation but my final, silent goodbye. With his signature secured, the man who had once been my entire world was now nothing more than a stranger I would soon forget.

Grace, a pillar of strength despite her physical frailty, exuded a sense of resilience and determination in the face of adversity. "How dare you utter such disrespectful words about your own father?" Grace admonished, her voice resonating with a mix of authority and concern, as she made her way into the room with measured steps. Behind her, Susan, Giovanni's stepmother, followed silently, her presence serving as a testament to the unity and support within the family, even in the midst of turmoil.

"Still under God's grace, Victor." Zion nodded. "Indeed, we are justified by grace alone." They first sang some praise hymns and then prayed. Gideon was silent as he listened to Zion's prayer. It was full of love, gratefulness, and hope. So much different from his own that's full of constant self-blame and selfishness. Then they all shouted together, "Amen!"

I can't believe my ears, the earth was dancing beneath my feet and I can't believe what my ears listened to. After ten years of no hope, after ten cursed years, ten years of longing and hopelessness, I stopped believing in God but little did I know he will return all my happiness, answer all unsaid prayers and bless me with the most beautiful blessing, my parents. "My parents, they are alive." "My Mom, Dad, my life, my happiness, he had returned it all." "Utter Bliss"..." Pure Blessing"