I Am Burdened With Glorious Purpose Novels & Stories

He turned to Charles and said, "Don't be fooled by her. Listen to what she said!" He played the voice messages one by one. "Take this ten thousand. Your sister's husband was weak, so don't blame me that he's dead. And I guess your nephew was doomed to die early. "I just got this Porsche, and you lot made it dirty! You should be lucky I'm not asking for compensation "If you wanna make this ugly, bring it on. My family runs Lincoln Enterprise—do you think I'm scared of you nobodies?" Hearing that, the neighbors started cursing.

The morning air was crisp — a little colder than usual, as if the land itself held its breath. Dew still clung to the grass, glinting beneath the golden sunrise like a thousand blessings waiting to be claimed. I stood at the center of the clearing — the very place where so much had fallen apart, and so much had been rebuilt. My heart beat steadily in my chest. Not with fear this time. Not with grief. But with something else. Purpose.

With no other choice, they sent Tom to a welfare home. After that, I went back to work as usual. In my previous life, I had given up my career just as it was reaching a critical stage to raise that child. Every day felt like I was being drained dry. This time, I finally had the chance to continue pursuing the dreams and life I had left unfinished. Work projects were intense. I often worked late into the night, sometimes so busy I even forgot to eat. Fortunately, my teammate, Daniel Derrington, always took good care of me. He frequently brought me food and even stayed late to work overtime with me.

Through transformation that never ended. That was victory. That was purpose. That was perfect. Exactly as it should be. Now and always. Forever.

straight, smiling at him. No, I do not want to have any argument with him. It is just that I want to know that, too, because I know and we have taught that when God gives, He gives abundantly and generously and gives it for a purpose. We may not know its purpose nor know how to use it for the glory of God, but whatever He has given is not given in vain. Everything is given for a purpose and surely we should give glory to Him because it is Him who gave it to us though we never deserved anything from the Lord Almighty, being dirty and sinners.

Time didn’t seem to exist here, and if it did, she owned it. When she finally spoke, her voice came as a soft whisper. “Everything you’ve endured has a purpose.” I froze, my jaw hanging. Did she just say— A purpose? I stared at her, my mind struggling to wrap around her words, as if they were foreign—an insult woven into silk. Everything you’ve endured has a purpose. The words echoed, mocking me, digging into the raw edges of my soul. A bitter laugh clawed its way out of my throat. “A purpose?” I hissed, my fists curling so tightly my nails dug into my palms, threatening to draw blood—if I could bleed in this place. “Did you really just say that?”

They turned to ash in less than a second. Another one came. I touched them too. Same result. I walked through the horde like they were nothing. Every time my hand made contact, they burned away into nothing but dust and shadow. I could hear them screaming as they died, but it was not just their voices. I could hear the God of Dominion’s voice in my head. This is what you were made for. This is your purpose. Burn the corruption. Cleanse the rot.

“Don’t let your darkness consume you—let it consume me.” Tears slipped from my eyes as he turned me to face him. “Every day, I wake up with a purpose and you are the center of that purpose,” he said, his cold hands cradling my face. “So let your darkness consume,” Looking into his eyes while he uttered those words, I felt a release within myself as we synchronized. “Uhhh…” I gasped, the burden around my neck loosened just a little for me to feel a little hope. “I can get used to this. The heartless Raid Argyle, giving a speech, this is exciting,”

It shuddered with purpose. Clarkson stared at it, his pinpricks of grey eyes reflected in the starlight. He saw not just a machine, but the entire trip. The verse on the back—You are my true north—had been a reality that had re-wired his soul. This thing, this gift from the man beside him, had become the central artifact of his existence. Past any contract, past any stock certificate, past any key to any penthouse, this was the icon of who he was.

And the glory had never been his to begin with. Back in their home, Arthur and Isabella knelt to pray. "We dedicate this child to You," Isabella whispered. "We dedicate our future." Arthur added, "Whatever You build through us, let it always glorify You." Peace reigned in their home. Love anchored them. Purpose stretched before them like an unending sunrise. And somewhere in Heaven, the angels rejoiced at a fire that once threatened to consume them now illuminating the world. This was only the beginning. ---