Good Morning Holy Spirit Novels & Stories

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

However, this time, she wasn't breathing. The villagers called Sarah unlucky and didn't even bother holding a proper funeral for her. As a result, only I knew that Sarah had hidden a bloody note under her broken body. The handwriting on the note was messy. Flecks of blood stained the paper, making the words nearly illegible. "Run, Hailey! There's no god! There's only men!"

to the heavens. Tears pricked my eyes. He knew. He knew the turmoil of my soul, and his message was a direct, divine balm. Then I saw the next one, sent at 12:01 AM. It was from Locas. No flowery words. No scripture. Just stark, simple, and terrifying in its intensity. Locas: Happy Birthday, Millicent. The day belongs to you. Anything you want, it is yours. I smiled and whispered a thank you from my heart.

I begin in the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate. Praise be to Allah, the Lord of all the worlds. The Sovereign of the Day of Judgment. Only You do we worship, and only from You do we seek help. Guide us to the straight path, the path of those who have received Your grace, not of those who have incurred Your wrath, nor of those who have gone astray. O Allah, accept our supplication. "Allah is the Greatest." O my Lord, forgive me. I finish my morning prayer, leave my prayer mat there since no one enters my room, gather what I need, and put on my shoes. I am ready for another day of work, grateful for the opportunities I have received.

Grant us clarity, to see the truth, Lead us towards purpose, in our quest's pursuit. Grant us the signs, both subtle and clear, To navigate the path, free from all fear. In our hearts, we hold a sacred flame, Ignite it brighter, as we call your name. With gratitude, we offer our plea, O spirits, grant us the sight to see. Align our steps with destiny's plan, In harmony and purpose, may we stand," Margaret chanted. "O spirits of the ancient realms, I beseech thee," she intoned, her voice rising and falling with a rhythmic flow. "Guide us through the veils of uncertainty, grant us the clarity we seek."

“You’re welcome bro. Enjoy your day.” “I certainly will. Thanks.” “It’s okay. Bye.” He said to Dennis. “Bye ma.” “Bye. Thank you very much.” “You’re welcome ma. Have a nice day.” He said before exiting the call. “Happy birthday my dear.” “Thank you mummy.” “Don’t forget to apply a bit of the anointing oil I gave you on that car, add a bit of the holy water on it too and please drive carefully. Don’t allow any evil spirit push you.”

Let the Love of the Father, with precious blood of your son, Jesus and with the pleasing fellowship of the Holy Spirit be upon us, I pray, Amen. As I opened my eyes, I felt the mercy of the Lord renewing me every morning. I was fine now. I grabbed my pen and started scribbling the sermon outline with verse God had impressed to my soul. God’s people had to listen how the message would be transformed them in spirit and truth.

“My Demon Father, Asmoday Hallowed be your name, Your kingdom come, Your Legion come, On Magica as in Demon Realm. Give us today your demonic blessing. Help us to take revenge on those who gave pain against us Lend us your strength And deliver us from dragons and the holy spirit. For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours, Now and forever.”

on the fifth ring, someone picked the phone. "Hello" it was a heavy male voice ."Hi" she felt like she cannot utter a single word. "I am talking from Paris" She tried to make a conversation. " From Paris? Who?" His voice was confident. tears filled her eyes "I am your cousin Sarah. Can I talk to your mother, please? "She has gone to visit her friend. I can deliver the message." He sounded busy. She did not know what to say next. "Actually Aunty said she will attend the wedding, in Paris"

Bhyron. What time is it? In my mind, I go on my knees and pray to the goddess of bad decisions that Bhyron should already be at work. I don’t want to see him this morning. How the heck would I act? How does someone even act after doing something so… so utterly sinful? I need spiritual cleansing at this point. The note reads; “Little Caramel, drink.” And that’s it. I don’t know why, but I suddenly have this powerful urge to laugh out loud. And nothing about my current situation is funny.