Isaiah 40 31 Novels & Stories

She opens her eyes. King Isai coughs again, and his eyes flutter open. Pain pinches his brow, but his gaze looks mostly clear. What? “Wh—” He glances around at his loved ones, then back at the arrow in his chest. “Ah. It seems the Goddess is calling me home.” “Don’t say that, Isai,” Queen Suniva murmurs. “If we have another moment, we can—”

"If that is what you want and that is what you wish for then, so be it." Isaiah was the first one to make a quick protest, "Are you actually kidding me right now. No." Abruptly he turned to me, "No, Alexis, no. You can not do this you are bringing yourself up for slaughter, and no one at all she be even saying something like that."

“There’s nothing wrong with it. Mommy will fix it for you.” Isaiah, there goes your first chance. Only two left to go!

~Avia I stare out at the crowd of people, hating the way they stare back at me. Isaiah stands at the front of the stage with his father, addressing the crowd. Something about a new development involving some disputed land. I suppose it's no longer disputed, which can only mean one thing...Isaiah or his father sent orders to their people to bust through the land and destroy everything there and displace the occupants in order to build other things that suit them.

Isaiah explained on the other end of the line. “Is that so? Then you don't have to pick me, I'll just go there myself." she thoughtfully said. “ I'll look forward to That" Isaiah replied before ending

I’d almost forgotten he was there. “I’ll wait outside,” Isaiah says, his voice calm and neutral as he points toward the door. I force a weak smile, trying to convey an appreciation for his consideration, and he nods understandingly before turning to leave. The door closes softly behind him, leaving us alone once again, the tension between us still palpable.

He is, after all, called the omnipresent – He was and would forever be everywhere and always available. Isabelle collected her Bible from her lamp stand, which was on the right side of the bed, and opened it, allowing her right thumb decide what part of the scripture she should read. Her thumb picked the book of Romans 10:13 – ‘For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved’. A small smile warmed Isabelle's thin lips. God does listen, she whispered. He knew of her situation and simply wanted her to come to Him. Immediately, she went on her knees and spoke to him.

Isaiah said, standing on the Rock two meters away from her. Isabella breathed out again, closing her eyes, she emptied her mind from all thoughts and feelings, she relaxed herself and meditated. Isaiah watched her keenly, her hair danced around with the wind. Her face was so soft and smooth,she looked so beautiful— No he had to distract himself from her. Sitting on the rock, he brought out his flute. He closed his eyes, and started blowing the flute, the melody soothe the atmosphere. He blew the flute reminiscing happy memories of his family.

As they were here's to look after. [ A/N : Just like a mother hen... Hahaha. ] " We just have to wait... " " Wait? " A girl muttered sarcastically. " Till when? When we are all consumed? " " We just have to wait. Isaiah 40:31 says, " But those who trust in the lord will find new strength.They will soar high on wings like eagles.They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint. " " So we just have to keep waiting on the Lord... " Angelina concluded.

"Look at me, Shyne." "Isaiah 41:10 Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." I read the verse aloud as my heartbeat was beating faster than I thought was possible. I felt an awful urge to throw up my dinner, and the dark presence didn't help me to calm down. However, as I repeated the bible verse three more times, the voice stopped. I was able to release a deep sigh as my body began to relax.