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"God what should I do?" ***

Ate Rosan looked around. "I also experienced doubting His existence. With all the pain and bad things in the world, is there still a good God? But according to a saying, it's hard to believe there's no God. When you look up in the sky and gaze on the depths of the sea, when you listen to nature and walk in the forest, and even in your relationship there's love. Do you still believe that this is all a coincidence?" Ate Rosan smiled gently. "Even if you've had a bad experience, there are still good things in your life that you'll be grateful too."

Chapter Twenty-three: [The inexperienced, naive friend] That late afternoon in Ericka Mendel's farm house, a conversation lasted an hour about the gift of faith that God's holy Spirit had sown in her heart, mind, and soul through her experiences fighting for life against death. The little Teddy boy's eyes began to close uncontrollably, but he still listened to her. All people react normally like this when they hear the powerful and active word of God for the first time. This word judges a person's mind and intentions and pierces the spirit and soul, joints, and bone marrow. Its sharpness is comparable to a double-edged sword.

“ Try this. You will love it” At first she hesitated but when it became obvious the man of God wasn’t ready to give up nor withdraw his offer, she reluctantly took the book while murmuring “thank you” and still not looking at him. “good start “ he commended. “that is Rick Warren. He is as good as Joel Osteen. His book 'purpose driven life' sort of redirects one’s path through a clear faith and understanding of the fact that we are created by God for a reason”. Now turning to Amy who at this time has turned to look at him, “are you borthered about something?”

Ever since Evan Moore renounced his worldly pursuits in order to pray for me, I would visit him at the monastery once every month. However, he wasn't in the meditation chamber today. As I waited for Evan inside, a breeze blew open his handwritten scripture. I was surprised when I casually skimmed through the words on the pages. He had always been protective of this handwritten scripture. Every time I asked to see it, he insisted I fast and pray for a week first. However, it was impossible for me to meet such strict demands when I still had to take care of our son.

And Kurai. He is just right there sitting in a majestic pose, so relaxed as his face and seems his beautiful dark eyes don't blink. What a weird god. Then the music starts. I start to sing the song. But this time, it feels like I wasn’t the one who was singing. Its voice rolled over the place in sorrowful waves. Swells of power rose up in my throat. I couldn’t even tell if it was words that came from me. Its voice was music, and grace, and the haunting feeling of knowing that my voice was brought out in a fit of pain.

I took out my phone and typed these words in my notepad. "Now if you are here and you have not accepted Jesus as your lord and savior, this is your chance to get right with God, to become His child and enjoy the benefits that come with being a new creation." He said, quoting the book of Romans, chapter eight, verse one as well as the second book of Corinthians, chapter five, verse seventeen.

In this chapter, Rita delved deeper into her relationship with God and the sacred forces that guided her path. She surrendered herself to the divine flow, allowing faith to permeate every aspect of her existence. With each passing moment, she discovered the profound beauty of trust and the transformative power of unwavering belief. Rita's faith became a guiding light that illuminated her way, dispelling the shadows of doubt and fear. She found solace and strength in her connection to the divine, knowing that she was never alone on her journey.

“If godhood is the standard you’re afraid of, then cross it.” “…Become a god?” I didn’t even know how to respond to that. The words felt wrong the moment I said them. Not impossible. Just not something I could be. I’d already tried pushing past my limits—over and over. I couldn’t even take in a single trace of divine essence. It just rejected me, like poison. And that black mist I touched once… it didn’t help either. It wasn’t power. Just noise. Unstable. Useless. So what path was left for something like me? How does a human even rewrite what they are?

John quickly said coaxing some information out of hoger "it like he was possessed ,he was not the lad I know my alpha king he was like a God his aura was that of a God coming down to earth ,every breath he takes could kill" hoger said and after that was taken maybe to register into being a formal member of the airline pack while Linda and John were left in dilemma. "A God?? this is simply crazy any wayhe can't continue residing in our pack" John said and nodded supporting his own thoughts.