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Samarth explained, "which is essential for our journey. We cannot navigate without clarity, can we? The Word grants understanding to the simple. And Joshua, as a leader, required discernment and wisdom in all his endeavors. After all, he was guiding a nation to the Promised Land." Samarth's eyes sparkled with conviction. "The words spoken by God are full of the Spirit and life, as the apostle John wrote. You see, my sister, the Word of God is incorruptible, for it proceeds from God Himself, making it refined and flawless, like silver purified in a crucible, like gold refined seven times."

"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.

She opened her eyes and the contractile aperture in the chocolate brown coloured iris of large doleful eyes caught the letters, Luke 11:45 "For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known" Sre knew that verse. He'd whispered those same words as he'd run his hard calloused palm down her naked body. Sreya could remember it all. Clearly. Too clearly. She could remember how he'd touch her. Gently drag his hand down her skin in a lover's caress. She could remember the appreciation in his eyes and the tears in hers. She could remember the bible verses he muttered each time he was around her. Each time he was erect. She remembered the way he'd burn his fles

“What does it say?” I knelt in front of her, supporting Nik’s back with one hand and the other coming to rest on her knee. “It’s from Proverbs,” I said softly. “Eshet Chayil. Woman of valor. The full thing is, Mi yematza et-chayil, al-margim arecha.” She leaned forward a little, eyebrows meeting mine. “What does that mean?” “‘Who can find a woman of valor? Her worth is far above pearls.’” I let it sit for a few moments, then murmured, “I think I never really understood that quote until I met you.”

She uttered and flipped the plates of her memo. "This will be our reference verse, Matthew chapter 7:7-8, so it is said here that when we ask, it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds… and to him who knocks, it will be opened." All ears were compressed to what she spoke. "Kindly open your Bibles and read the verse for yourselves."

Now, reason is a must. The purpose of life gets met. There is occasion for celebration. All set. All in joy’s set. Amen. Here’s a short verse to end: If you feel pain, If you feel there is no gain, Remember we—we are here within reach, All within reach of life, and all life within reach. Mercy the storm that no more can drive us crazy. Amen. Make rich your purpose to live. Have hope filled in eyes and get tears departed. Amen to the floor of life.

The voice made me remember a verse our pastor used as a sermon in the bible the last time I attended the evening bible study that always takes place every Tuesday. I can recall the verse very well that says, "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Take therefore the whole armour of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand, therefore, with your loins girt with truth and your breastplate of righteousness on. And with the preparation of the gospel of peace on your feet;

She suddenly stood up straight and looked at me seriously. "No, I specifically went to pick them out. Henry, I know you've gone through a lot. But from now on, I want to come here every day to have kebabs. Can I pay not with money, but with myself?" The customers in the kebab shop let out good-natured cheers, and Mary was grinning from ear to ear at the kitchen door. I reached out to gently touch the sunflower's golden petals. Sunlight streamed through the window onto the back of my hand, feeling warm and pleasant.

I smiled faintly, not even denying it. Then I went straight to our room, closed the door quietly—and locked it. The silence hit like a wave. No laughter. No footsteps. No one asking me what rhymes with ‘grace’ or whether ‘hallelujah’ was too cliché. Just me, a notebook, and a head that wouldn’t stop spinning. I sat on the bed and read the verse we’d drawn earlier. Isaiah 40:31. ‘But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength; they will soar on wings like eagles…’

Not the gentle, contemplative kind but the kind where spirit and soul wrestle beneath the weight of divine interruption. “God, what is this?” he cried. “Why me? Why now?” No voice answered audibly this time. But a scripture formed clearly in his mind: “Then the Lord put forth His hand, and touched my mouth. And the Lord said unto me, ‘Behold, I have put my words in your mouth.’” Jeremiah 1:9 James opened his grandmother’s Bible again. That verse was already underlined not by him. His phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number.