Ladybug Bible Verse Novels & Stories

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'I-I didn't pray to God for this! Noticing the faint grimace on Julien's face and realizing that if she didn't control the situation well, Harrison might start suspecting something, Helena immediately adopted a serious tone and said, "Sir, don't be too surprised. Remember, in Matthew 7:7: 'Ask, and it shall be given to you; seek, and you shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.' This is the grace God gives to His believers!" She continued, "Even during the most difficult times in my life, I persisted in praying to God every day, and I used this scripture to encourage myself, reminding myself that God will never abandon me!"

"It's just a bug." "No!" He sharply declared while he approached her. "This is not just any bug, it's a Witch pawn." "A Witch pawn?" Bella quizzically voiced. "Arthur, this is just an harmless bug." "No it's not," he joined her on the couch holding the insect carefully. "Look," he pointed to the abdomen and all she saw was a golden ink inscribed on it. "That inscription shows this is a Witch's pawn." "Seriously Arthur, cut the crap."

The men laughed at her song she chose to sing “..Goliath was bruiser who was as tall as the sky…but David threw a rock, and gave him one in the eye…I never read the Bible but I know that it’s true…it only goes to show what little people can do!…a worm can roll a stone…a bee can sting a bear…a fly can fly around Versailles ‘cos flies don’t care!..a sparrow in a hut, can make a happy home…a flea can bite the bottom of the pope in Rome!…”

Ruth said Cassandra waited to hear what she missed "To the world, we went up in flames," Ruth said and pressed her lips "Oh yeah, I forgot that but we can still say is a miracle. Miracles happen all the time," she said throwing her hands in the air "Cassandra please be serious," Mrs Brown replied and Ruth smiled "Okay, you read the bible right?" she asked leading forward to raise her argument "Yes," Mrs Brown responded waiting to hear what other reason she will bring up to ask her to relax "Okay, from the little I know, God created us, in his image according to his likeness. Is that right?" she asked with a frown

He took out his bible and read a passage there. "Psalm 82:1-5: 1 God has taken his place in the divine council; in the midst of the gods he holds judgment: 2 'How long will you judge unjustly and show partiality to the wicked? 3 Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute. 4 Rescue the weak and the needy; deliver them from the hand of the wicked.' 5 They have neither knowledge nor understanding, they walk about in darkness; all the foundations of the earth are shaken."

"I've thought of that already. It's no big deal. I'll be fine anyway. We'll be fine, okay. Stay calm." I was quiet for a while. I had a bad feeling, my instincts weren't pessimistic about our stay there. I tried to distract myself but the silence wasn't helping. Then I remembered a verse I loved, from the bible that I even made into a song. Unconscious, I began to recite out loud. ✝ Psalms 91:5 "I shalt not be afraid of the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness;

"My princess." "Don't you get it, no one says no to the lord!" He gets what he wants." Kassy fell to the floor and cried in her loudest voice. please leave your comments. Facebook page: Author Faith Odulesi Instagram:@faithodulesi Facebook group: Faingels

She hurries and looks away, then finds a seat on the opposite side of the room. Strange, but I don't overthink it. Ellie enters and does the same thing. Relieved, I settle in my seat, but Paige enters. After panning the crowd, she finds me and sits next to me. "Good morning, Paige." "Morning, Ajay." Katrina greets, "Good morning, women of God. Please turn to Proverbs 17. Verse one reads, Better is a dry morsel with quietness than a house full of feasting with hatred."

She knew Someone watched her still. Her fingers reached to the cloth tied around her waist. From within, she drew a small scrap of parchment. It held verses she had once written herself — lines of psalms and prophecies, inked in haste, in the days when her heart burned to know more of the divine. She opened it now with trembling fingers and read aloud in her weakened voice “He who sits in the heavens shall laugh. He shall scatter the wicked with the breath of His mouth. He shall lift the righteous from the pit,