Faith: Chapter 3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Absolutely nothing. I just kept staring, waiting for this dream to come to an end. Oh me, myself, and I, keep waiting. This should be a dream, or my imagination. -- (How's this chapter? 🙈 Wanna discuss anything about this book, or need to know anything about it? Join my Facebook group, Praise Fam. I'll appreciate it so much. Happy New week! 🧡)

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.

" I never imagined one day I'd become someone who would lose my composure while cornering a man in public. But right now, I stared at Evan with bloodshot eyes, waiting for him to give me an answer. "Don't force my hand here, Cynthia. Please wait for me outside, I'll go find you once I'm done here." He spoke in a low tone, as if I were someone he was ashamed to be seen with. I stopped pushing, knowing that I couldn't get an answer now. But I wasn't expecting to bump into Jade as soon as I stepped out. I had never seen her before, but Evan had described her so vividly in his scripture. Her jet-black hair, fair skin, even the small light brown mole by her brow—it was all exactly the same.

Theodore continued, "As for Joseph and Jessica, the Lewis family will not protect them." Dad frowned. "Are you so sure about that? Everyone knows how precious your brother is to your mother. What if she threatens you with her life? Would you let her do as she pleases?" My heart dropped, knowing that Dad was right. It was exactly the kind of manipulative act that Martha was capable of committing. I turned to Theodore anxiously, only to see a calm and sincere expression on his face. He said quietly, "My mother's tricks won't work on me. She wouldn't really dare to die."

But yet again, I could only be seeing things. “Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh—Genesis 2:24” I heard the words leave the lips of the man officiating the marriage, with eyes shifting between Cameron and I. “Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart. Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man—Proverbs 3:3-4”

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 7 "𝐵𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔."

She is unhappy, though, when she realizes that she cannot reach out since the truth is what matters, that she does not know enough about God, and that she began to quiver on her knees without recognizing that God was gradually taking her fear away. The elder called on Vicky to take a position on the raised platform and complete her designated role while carrying the Bible. Vicky perused, “As it is written from the book of Isiah chapter eleven verse one to three; “A shoot will come up from the stump of Jesse; from his roots a Branch will bear fruit. The Spirit of the Lord will rest on Him-the Spirit of wisdom and understanding, the Spirit of counsel and of might, the Spirit of the knowledge a

DAYA POV Emotional rollercoaster doesn’t come close to describing the last 48 hours. Perhaps emotional pendulum? We have swung back and forth, from one extreme to another. Yet, it seems like that suits our journey. We have both lost so much and were gifted with so much hope and promise with this mate bond. It makes sense that we both would be hesitant to trust the bond, much less each other. I certainly didn’t help matters much by trying to deceive Darius. Never again. This man has proven time, and time again, that I can trust him, and that he is willing to trust me, even after I hurt him.

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Shaking her head in a frantic motion, Emmeline fought the intoxicating pull of his proximity. This man was temptation incarnate. He was a walker of iniquity sent to drag her down into a den of ruin. She squeezed her eyes shut and desperately summoned the ultimate shield of her faith to combat the heat pooling in her belly. "Greater is he that is in you, than he that is in the world. First John chapter four, verse four." She gasped the scripture in a breathless rush, clinging to the verse as a frantic reminder that the holy spirit within her was supposed to conquer the sinful flesh of the world. Yet her body continued its rank betrayal.