Isiah 41 10 Novels & Stories

She turned and saw a writing on the wall. "What the hell?” She asked. The others who were on the floor with her saw her stop and they all looked to where she was looking. "That wasn't there five minutes ago,” one of the techs said. "What does it say?” Another asked. She was looking at the symbols when it clicked. She knew what it said. "It says 'I am the creator, the bringer of light and darkness. The creator of evil. I am the Lord.' It is a form of Isaiah 45:7,” she said as she looked again.

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.”

I close my eyes for a moment before shaking it. “Ivy, you are safe!” “You will leave, and I..” “Will leave with us! You are mated to my son, and he is not going anywhere without you. Even if he has to do it against your father, so be it.” I open my eyes again, and am just about to answer her initial question when there’s a careful knock on the door. Isabella stands up to open, and the young man from my dreams, Isaiah, walks in. His intense eyes find me at once and they also soften.

"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."

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.

The letter is short, but the danger is extremely imminent than ever in those simply put twenty nine words: "I am coming for you. No matter how far you think you can run. I can assure you that you can't hide and I'm closer to you than you think..." **** Psalms 55:12-14 - "For it is not an enemy who reproaches me; then I could bear it. Nor is it one who hates me who has exalted himself against me; Then I could hide from him. But it was you, a man my equal, my companion and my acquaintance. We took sweet counsel together, and walked to the house of God in the throng."

The first thing that welcome me when I woke up was his message. Chayim Neo: Good morning, hermosa. Isaiah 55:12, You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands. Start your day with a smile. I shut my eyes tightly, trying to calm myself. My heart is beating so fast! It’s just a good morning message and a bible verses but I look like a fool freaking out because of it. I inhaled sharply and rush into the bathroom when I saw the time.

(Numbers 6:24–26 — the priestly blessing given to the Levites) With the sound of the ram’s horn, he anointed Ayman with oil — his forehead, his hands, his heart. “Blessed is the one who fights for justice under the banner of Christ. “Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God.” (Psalm 20:7) “Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit,” says the Lord of Hosts. (Zechariah 4:6)

I try not to make too big of a deal of this huge piece of information he just revealed. I look back the way we came, trying to estimate the distance. I think we must be far enough right around the time Isaiah says, “This should do it.” Still, I hesitate. “I probably shouldn’t even be telling you,” I admit. “I just don’t really have anyone to talk to, other than Owen, who’s now avoiding me.” I glance at Isaiah. “You don’t look surprised to hear that.” Isaiah dips his head from side to side, hedging. “I was wondering if he assigned me and Raleigh to escort you from the training grounds because he had royal matters to attend to. But since it’s an assignment with an undefined timeline…”