God's Gift For Us Novels & Stories

He stopped pacing and leaned forward, lowering his voice slightly, almost as if he were telling a secret to each person in the room. “The truth is, we’ve all been given gifts by the Holy Spirit. Some of you have the gift of healing, some of you the gift of prophecy. Some of you are called to speak in tongues, to interpret, to teach. And some of you, I believe, are called to do great things, things that have yet to come. Don’t you dare let anyone take that from you. Don’t you let them convince you that the gifts have ceased. God is still moving, and He will continue to move through His people until the day He returns.”

"Hannah, look—so innocent yet alluring. It's perfect for me, isn't it?" I had gifted it to her because she loved it. My hands shook as I picked up the delicate, nearly transparent cloth. My throat closed up, and my head spun. The doubt I'd buried deep inside finally broke free. Confusion and pain crashed over me. Before I could even think, the violent sound of colliding cars split the air. Then, blackness swallowed me whole.

"Yes, it seems genetic makeup seems to have an effect on gifts passing down. This is new territory for us to walk through. Gifts were usually bestowed based on previous loyalty, but here, two of you have been gifted through Mother Nature rather than us gods, which is an interesting evolution, and I wonder how many others have slipped past our notices because we never knew of this possibility." "So one day, we might not need gods to gift us to be gifted?" "That's exactly my thinking, Theo."

The gift, in its grace, can sense when something is wrong – and it knows how to fix it. I’m really, in all things, just the conduit. But as I put the gift to work, I’m so, so grateful to my mother for letting me be the conduit forthisparticular gift. It’s almost as if she knew it would bring me a personal joy to be able to help in this way.

And before she could answer my stupid question, I knelt before her and held her shoulders to face me, “That is not true! Never believe that! All gifts are a blessing, and yours are to! Every gift is given by the moon goddess herself, and the only one that can make it a bad thing is you. If you decide to use it for evil, the gift will be evil. But that’s not just one simple act, it is a lifestyle, active choices to do harm and inflict pain on to others for your own personally gain or pleasure. But you, Ophelia is good! You are a gift all on your own, and on top of that blessed with an incredible unique gift! “

guess you've just liberated my life- thank you I'll forever be grateful. "it's okay don't worry. But remember act normal and continue addressing me as ma'am," their dartling eyes followed in a giggle. "...everyone has a past and mistakes, skeletons we prefer hidden, shadows we're afraid of and voices we become slaves to_ but the golden key is not to envy anyone as you grow old. And so I would like to say am grateful you came in to the world cause you make mine, your mother's and siblings world beautiful." Bomul's last speech at the party had Cadeau dancing with a belly full of fireflies butterflies were not lit enough to describe her emotions

"Do you now believe me?" I blinked owlishly at him, "that you are a god, and what kind of god are you, anyway?" I tossed some fruits in my mouth and began chewing it. He rested his chin on his palm, "A wishing god," My brow slightly arched, "A wishing god? Is there such a wishing god?" I wondered, "Is it all gods are likely to grant wishes? What's the difference between you and the others?" "I am more to grant wishes than the others, like what I did to you, in a process,"

Besides, my parents were constantly by Jadon's side—there was no chance of a baby swap. But once doubt was planted, the little things I've noticed over the years about his mismatched habits seemed to make sense, one by one. … Evan, who had been away for days, finally came back today—he even brought me a gift. I absentmindedly placed it aside, my gaze fixed on Jadon's hand. No one in our family had ever held cutlery like that. But Evan had recorded in his scripture that Jade had always gripped her cutlery in her fists, since no one had taught her properly when she was young, and he found it adorable.

"You sound like my brother. That's what he wanted to talk to me about that night we met." "Your ability to lead a pack has nothing to do with having a wolf. Maybe you should stop being a coward and hiding and discuss your concerns with your mate." He nods his head. "Thanks." "Don't thank me yet. The Goddess gave you Sylvia as a gift. Be deserving of her." I get up leaving him out on the porch to his thoughts.

Yuna scoffed, “I can’t believe this. I thought that you bestowed a special gift only to me, because you felt bad about what I went through during my first lifetime.” God laughed nervously, “I did feel bad, but I never told you that only you were getting the gift. There is innumerable amount of people in this world and some of them were bound to get this gift. Haven’t you seen or heard about other people that had perfect memory?” Yuna agreed, “Yes, I have heard of them, but I didn’t think it was a gift like mine.”