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—”

It reminded them that, amidst the chaos of life, there exists a harmonious rhythm waiting to be discovered through unwavering trust. As readers immersed themselves in this chapter, they were reminded of the innate capacity within each individual to cultivate a symphony of faith—a symphony that could transform their lives, uplift their spirits, and create a profound sense of alignment with their higher purpose. Chapter Thirty-One became an invitation to tune into the symphony of faith within, allowing its melodious notes to carry them forward on their journey of self-discovery and spiritual connection.

"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!

It was Isaiah in a separate text. Isaiah: Hey. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me, but I also want you to survive this, and you will. We will get through this together, and I promise to give you whatever freedom you want after everything is said and done. I just want you to know that I’m here. I smiled. Even after all of this, I can’t stay mad at him. Isaiah: Also, and don’t be mad, but I set up an appointment between the three of us to discuss some things. *grinning emoji*

~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 immediately leaned over and helped to prop her up. Just as he was about to help her off the bed, her arms suddenly embraced his neck.Her head buried into his shoulders and her body trembled from her cries Her tears quickly dampened his clothes. flowing along his neck. Isaiah felt as though a knife was stabbing at his heart He reached out to gently pat her as if she was a fragile piece of glass, "Don't be scared. Everything's fine. Everything's fine. I'm sorry. I'm sorry”

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.