Isaiah 43 1 Novels & Stories

What were the secrets that he had concealed, and how much were they involved with what we were fighting currently? My feelings weighing down on me, I walked through the packhouse. It was a quiet evening and the hallways were empty, but my thoughts were far from still. I did not knock when I arrived at Isaiah's rooms. Isaiah was sitting by a fire with a book of prophesies open upon his lap as the door opened beneath my handrevealing Beside a fire, Isaiah sat with a book of prophesies open upon his lap. His bright eyes tilted slightly as he raised his head. "Logan," he said in a flat, yet cautious, voice. "What brings you here at this hour?" I walked into the room and said, "You know I'm here,

She is unhappy, though, when she realizes that she cannot reach out since the truth is what matters, that she does not know enough about God, and that she began to quiver on her knees without recognizing that God was gradually taking her fear away. The elder called on Vicky to take a position on the raised platform and complete her designated role while carrying the Bible. Vicky perused, “As it is written from the book of Isiah chapter eleven verse one to three; “A shoot will come up from the stump of Jesse; from his roots a Branch will bear fruit. The Spirit of the Lord will rest on Him-the Spirit of wisdom and understanding, the Spirit of counsel and of might, the Spirit of the knowledge a

Isaiah said to Leo his voice without any emotions. Take me home? Aren't you coming along?” I asked as he stood still while I made my way into the car. “No, I have a meeting later tonight. It’ll be a while,” Isaiah said, his eyes flickering into mine for just a moment before turning away. “Alright,” I replied softly, forcing a smile, though it didn’t reach my eyes. “I’ll head home on my own then.” Isaiah paused, his eyes narrowing slightly before finally saying “No, I'll drop you off.”

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 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

Isaiah reached her, panting with difficulty, she exhausted him as he followed her and tried to stop her. He kneeled near her not knowing what he should do or say in such a situation!! "I hate him, I hate him Isaia, he never stops forcing me to hate him, he doesn"t even try to win me over to him, cold and cruel and frightening and conceited, if he doesn"t want me let me set free, let me go, I hate him."

Isaiah held her, stroking her hair and whispering soft words of comfort, letting her cry out her grief. As they sat there, the only sound in the room was Isabella's sobbing, and Isaiah's gentle whispers, offering what little comfort he could in the face of her overwhelming loss. After what seems like hours, Isabella pulled away from his shoulder, Isaiah turned towards her to know what’s wrong. “Do you need anything?.” She nodded, her eyes glinting with something he couldn’t quite understand. “What?”. Isaiah asked perplexed. “This.” She whispered and slammed her lips against his,

ISAIAH: "Isabella, it's been two days now and you are still ignoring me." ISAIAH: "Is it because of the video-sex we had last time?" Isabella rolled her eyes and responded, "Of course not," as if Isaiah could hear her. ISAIAH: "I promise I won't force you to do anything you find uncomfortable. Just give me a response, please. Tell me you are okay, so I can be fine. Tell me I did nothing wrong, Isa."

He pointed to his Friend”. “Please sir. That's all the information I have. Please forgive me, please forgive us. He weeps profusely. There's nothing much he was going to say. “Boys”. Is the only thing Isaiah says and they nod knowing what he wanted. He pulls me away and walks out of the warehouse.

He mentioned last night that he wanted to read it. Behind the sound of delicate pages being rolled between my fingers, I hear the loud trickling of water. His eyes are set on me and he makes himself comfortable, a smile spilling on his lips which I catch from the corner of my eye. “Isaiah, chapter 54, verse ten I wanna speak about...” “Yeah, sure.” “So it says, “Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken, nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the Lord who has compassion on you.”