Pocketbook Verse Novels & Stories

It was such a wonderful story that comforted him. He opened the Bible and placed it upon his thighs. A verse on the second page - Jeremiah 11:19 - was highlighted in bold. He read it out aloud not daring the silence around him. But I was like a lamb or an ox that is brought to the slaughter; and I knew not that they had devised devices against me, saying, let us destroy the tree with the fruit thereof, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be

MARY’S POV "The spiritual man judges all things, yet he himself is judged of no man." (1 Corinthians 2:15) The air in the room was thick with the scent of cheap air freshener and disinfectant; the heat of five bodies packed into a space meant for two hung in the air. I sat at the head of the circle, my Bible open to the Book of Proverbs. My phone vibrated continuously inside my denim skirt pocket.

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I took out my phone and typed these words in my notepad. "Now if you are here and you have not accepted Jesus as your lord and savior, this is your chance to get right with God, to become His child and enjoy the benefits that come with being a new creation." He said, quoting the book of Romans, chapter eight, verse one as well as the second book of Corinthians, chapter five, verse seventeen.

This was one of the places I found my peace. My gaze flickered to the guy in grey suit on the chair beside mine, as he flipped through his bible to find Matthew 26:52. Even after the pastor had gone on to another verse, he didn't seem to be impatient. He continued flipping pages after pages, as slowly as a snail. It was obvious he didn't know Matthew was the first book in the New testament. My lips twitched, itching for a smile. "Marco, Matthew is the first book in the new testament."

He gently opened the heavily embossed cover and set aside a bookmark. He read from the fifteenth chapter of Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians. And the last verse he spoke without

"Don't forget to pack your stuffs properly. We will ask Osinala when we get to Umuise tomorrow to ask some men to help you carry your luggages. Good night James." "Good night Paul," James said. He got up and went to the room Paul Okeke had prepared for him. His clothes, bible and some books were scattered around. He arranged the bamboo bed properly and closed the window gently then he grabbed his bible. It was king James Version, the holy book first published in 1611 under the auspices of a great king of England, King James the first. The book was dark and had the Holy Bible written on the top of it. He opened it and stopped, then he flicked through the pages using the palm oil lamp that was

I thought to myself. But then... She began taking me through the Bible.... She made those inspiring verses known to me and explained them all to me in detail. Some of those verses are; Jeremiah 1:5 Which says, “I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. " Psalms 139:16 Which says, " You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. "

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

Chaotic. He emptied the contents of the bag on his bed, fighting the urge to sort it out and straighten it up. A hidden side pocket caught his eye, and by the weight distribution, there was something small inside. When he opened it, a sly smile crept into his face. A cellphone! It was the best thing that happened since that damned woman set foot on his old house.