Each Day Is A Gift From God Novels & Stories

“Can I hold you?” “Yes.” That one little word comes out as a sob that tears me apart. I pick her up and plant her on my lap. I bring her head to my chest, resting her cheek on the mark as I lay my hand over the one on her shoulder. “We are blessed you know.” “How are we blessed? I keep telling people the gods never bless me – they just find increasingly creative ways to make my life hell.” “Is that so? What about me? They gave us to each other.”

Rosa stay on my apartment after all of the commotion happen in the bar last night. I woke up when as soon as I noticed the sunlight is right on my face. It’s already 7:30 in the morning. I stretch my arms and stand up. “Good Morning world! Thank you for another day heavenly father!" this is my daily routine every morning since I was young. My mom taught us to be thankful and grateful for a chance to wake up every day. It’s heavenly father endless gift to everyone.

If yes, do let me know. And yup, gifts are also appreciated. Have a nice day/night :)

To repeat the same lines that I had been saying most of my mornings, sitting cross-legged and with closed eyes: I believe in your stories, They are the best ones, I am grateful to you, O dearest friend, For gifting me this beautiful day, For leading me to the known through the unknown. I thank you for leading me through the walk today In the path you have chosen for me For the moments you are guiding me to, For the stories you are helping me create.

It calmed him somewhat to think his mother was most likely correct and Azura was just resting, but he couldn’t help, but worry about her. On the fourth day, the rain finally lifted and sun shined brightly on all the land. The trilliums sprouted and bloomed ferociously covering the great field that lead to the pack gates. Azura stood in the field and smiled as she looked upon the miles and miles of flowers. “My child,” a soft voice spoke to her, “You have done well. You have defeated the evil and brought life back to the land. Now you need to live your life. It’s time to wake up, my child.” The Goddess appeared through a ray of sunlight. She was almost invisible. She smiled beautiful

'Let today be a great day for you & your beloved ones. Let you rise knowing you are so effective, genuine, positive, immaculate, impeccable, energetic & meaningful. Let your each resolve, thought, action & reaction reflect what you truly are, far far more than what you & others think that you are. Let the goodness that you have always spread comes back to you on this day & every day. Let wherever you go & whatever you attempt to do be successful beyond your expectations. Let your day bring lot of light, joy, laughter & unexpected miracles for you. Stay Being Your Awesome Self!'

“What are you saying to me? Children are a wonderful gift. Spending time with children is one of the wonders the world could give you.” “Lord, indeed. Children are amazing. Amazing beyond words, but at the same time they are a lot of work. Take it from me, I work with them for a living. Sir, the 9th of August is a day on which women get to rest. To sit down and rest. And enjoy the day. Not run around the little busy bodies.” “Okay, okay. Will you stop attacking me already? You come with a better idea, then.” A soft laugh, “Oh no, I wasn’t attacking you at all. Yeah, I know I sounded like it. Many people tell me a lot how I come across as attacking all the time. Sir, are we good?”

he said, his voice soft but clear over the music. “That happiness isn’t something you acquire or achieve – it’s something you build, day by day, with your own hands and your own heart. Mortals know this instinctively, even if they can’t always articulate it. They understand that life is a gift to be cherished, not a prize to be won.”

His companion nodded in agreement, adding, “Perhaps peace isn’t the absence of pain, but the courage to keep loving despite it.” The conversation drew the attention of an elder, who approached with a kindly smile. “My dear ones,” he said softly, “every day is a chance to mend what was broken. Our scars remind us of what we’ve overcome, and our laughter is the anthem of our resilience. Cherish these moments, for they are the building blocks of our future.”

Only then did she let me out. After that, "do one good deed every day" became our family's rule before dinner. I didn't get to eat until I'd done one. Mom was scared I'd lie, so she made the people I helped sign little notes to prove it. Soon, everyone thought I only helped them to get something. No one wanted to be my friend anymore. Even now, when the old woman asked me to show her the way, my first instinct was to say no. Then Mom texted again.