Reason For God Mga Nobela at Kwento

Warm beneath my skin. "Your curse," she said softly, "isn't a curse at all." I let out a weak breath. "You're not the first person to say that." "But I might be the first to tell you why." Her eyes met mine again. "The Goddess doesn't create things without purpose. Whatever you are… whatever that mark is… it's the only reason you were able to stand against him." I flexed my fingers slightly, feeling the echo of that golden light. "The only reason we survived."

I worked hard, I practiced, I starved ,I prayed to God. Why am I always unwanted? Does God not consider me human too? Why?

" I froze. It turned out that the tears Evan had shed by the delivery bed weren't for me. The reason he had renounced his worldly pursuits wasn't to pray for me as well. Everything he did was for Jade. All the affection he had for me was never real. The reason Evan had named our son Jadon Moore wasn't at all because of his gratitude to God—but it was because of her! All that talk about the most perfect and grand marriage of convenience—they were all merely his lies. I was nothing more than a pawn in the game of love between him and his first love. Those once-sweet words had now turned into sharp blades, slicing away at my sanity.

She knew how he felt about religion and this confused her. "There's only two reasons you came back to me," he told her, his voice thin with emotion. "One, because you're an amazing woman who thinks quickly in situations that require you to do so. You're brave and you don't cower in the face of things that would make others curl up in a ball and die. You fight for what you want and you refuse to take no for an answer. But the second reason is, God answered my prayers. For the first time in a long time, I had my faith back. I'm ready to accept it back in my life again and it's because of you," he whispered.

I used to enjoy to grumble about God at the time. It wasn't until I got older that I realized why there was such a thing. If Christ truly existed, how could there be so much injustice in the world? The so-called "God" was nothing more than an excuse for someone who had lost his courage. He had found a reason to complain. "Aven Harris, stop complaining about fate; what has occurred has happened; what you need do is not give up, but stand up again; living such a long life, are you going to remain depressed for the rest of your life?"

"Power" "The powers that exist this world baffle even those that wield them" "Their might, the mechanism behind their use and their origin" "The world seeks answers to these mysteries but cannot find it because it tries to be logical about it" "Logic can never understand miracles" "Some call it a mutation" "Some call it evolution" "But the only ones that are right are those who think it's a blessing" "A blessing from a being beyond our meager existence" "A blessing from a god"

The tears that never get tired of visiting me all the time. How many times did my world collide? I lost count already. Because right now, my world has collided again. Is God real? If He is, why is he not listening to me? God, I told you not to make me experience this kind of pain again because I know that it would be my death. If you hate me, why can't you just kill me instead of the people I treasure the most? Why them and not me? Why do you love to torture me instead of killing me?

"One day, you'll find the one meant for you", Isabelle smiled. "Meant for me!", he mocked,"you know, I don't believe in such things" "But you should! Fate and destiny exist! God has written everything" "Neither do I believe in fate and destiny but also not in god!", he shouted. "Gid created both humans and Lores, who else do you think created them?" "I don't know...but if God exists then, why didn't he help me when I needed jim the most?! Why did je left me all alone in the dark! AnsWHY DOD HE LEFT ME TO DIE!? WHY ISABELLE!? WHY!?", he screamed.

That’s the reason God created love, so that we feel great about ourselves and those around us. Love is what makes us human…but even times I always find myself questioning the whole concept. If love is so great then why do I feel like I am amidst hades fire? I wake up every morning and the fire intensifies each passing day and no matter how hot it is I don’t seem to at least perish and die.

My eyes strained to look through the grave blackness but couldn't find even a hint of anyone being around. "Whoo.. who are you?" I forced down my fears and spoke. "Out of all His creatures, God has not given humans any supernatural power for a reason." Ignoring my question, the voice continued with its point. "It's a real pity to see humans now begging for powers without understanding the reason for keeping them deprived of it." The voice was full of resentment. You're now called here. Into the room where secrets are kept and formed." As it took a pause, I found a chance to ask another question of mine.