Forging The Path To Godliness Novels & Stories

Then, what can I do to please Him? As if reading my mind, he said, “Romans chapter six verse twenty-three says; For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. Therefore, only the righteous can make heaven and not a sinner. I am really happy that you came here willingly by the ministry of the holy spirit. You don't need to fear because you are in the right place. Jesus is faithful and just to stripe you off your sinful state and cloth you with everlasting life.”

“I want to be able to not only protect myself but also those I care about.” Right. This was what she wanted. She couldn’t continue to be that weak girl who grew up in the convent. That girl was gone, and she would never return. “We can easily handle things,” Jimin pointed out, not quite budging. “You really don’t…” “I do,” Amelia countered, cutting him off before he could continue. “This isn’t only for those around me; this is for me. I’ve been weak my entire life and accepted things as they were because I was led to believe that it was the way of our goddess, but how can I possibly continue to trust in the plan of an entity that dealt me such a horrible fate?

She cupped Eloise’s face again, brushing away strands of damp hair. “You can’t do that, Ely. You must fight those emotions with everything you have. Do not surrender to the temptations of evil spirits. Remember—goodness is far more powerful than any darkness. The God who created the heavens, the earth, and every soul within it stands with you. His light will always overcome the shadows if you choose to walk in it.” Eloise nodded slowly, a new resolve settling deep within her chest. “I will never do it again, Elena. Starting today, I will change my life. I’ve decided to help that restless soul as much as I can. If this is the mission God has assigned me in this world, then I will embrace it w

Mom said as she drew Ola into a gentle hug. I walked over to the corner of the room where a little shelf was placed, I pulled out the big, black familiar book. It was my dad's most cherished belonging, his Bible. I opened to his favourite verse, walked over to my mom and handed it to her. 2 Corinthians 5:6-8: "So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord."

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

As I already knew that we were going to get married and it was only a matter of time before we would be a family, I loved following him around. He was rebellious. He sneaked to an internet cafe to play games. I tagged along, and he got into an argument with someone over a game. I tried to break up the fight, but accidentally got a cut on my finger. In that moment, it was as though Emil had turned into a ferocious beast. He beat a guy much bigger than him to a pulp until the latter begged for mercy. But the man who was once so uptight just because I had accidentally hurt my finger could now harm and scold me so harshly because of someone else. He did so without even finding out the truth.

“It’s too much. It’s breaking us.” His breath was shallow and thin, but his hand, gods, his hand still found mine; weak fingers, but steady in intent. His lashes lifted, and through the haze I saw gold flaring in his eyes, stubborn as the boy I had first met, ruthless as the man the forest had made him. “Not breaking…” he rasped." “Forging…" The word lodged in me like a blade, forging. As though this agony was a fire meant not to end us, but to shape us.

I told you that woman was acting all holier than thou. “ That is it”, Nuel continued, his voice pitched high like that of a motivational speaker, “ your days shall be filled with gladness child of God. The scriptures affirms to that. I didn't say it, the word of God did, and we also know that God is all knowing and all truthful and that his words can always be trusted, the only question to ask here is, do you really trust in the Lord?” He was looking around, definitely looking for something that wasn't looking for him. “ Do you trust in the Lord?” He asked again, as if he was expecting an answer or something, “ if you say you do then why do you go against his will? Why do you not do as he co

My parents had been laying the foundation for me to marry a fine young man in the future by teaching me to become a gentle, kind, and sweet young lady since I was young. They often educated me on how a well-mannered young lady should behave. "As a young lady, you must be submissive and gentle because only then can you please your husband's family and marry a fine young man. "We will disown you and have another obedient child if you ever behave like one of those disobedient children out there." They would reprimand me whenever they saw that I'd gotten into a fight, "Melinda! Who allowed you to fight with others? Tell me, is this even the manner a decent young lady should have?"

You?" Her voice was just above a whisper. He looked down at her, expressionless. "The vows," the priest handed each of them a piece of paper. Sinora looked at the paper in her hand, her eyes caught the words, "I promise to love and serve you forever. " she scoffed and used the paper to fan herself. What sort of joke was this? She looked around the empty church hall, before catching the Dark King's eyes again, but he wasn't looking at her. His eyes were fixated on the paper in his hands.