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For a minute, she sat in a chair in front of the widescreen TV in her room. It was in Romans 12:1-2. She read it after taking her lotion and facial cream. “Romans 12:1-2: I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service. 2 And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.”

Ever since Evan Moore renounced his worldly pursuits in order to pray for me, I would visit him at the monastery once every month. However, he wasn't in the meditation chamber today. As I waited for Evan inside, a breeze blew open his handwritten scripture. I was surprised when I casually skimmed through the words on the pages. He had always been protective of this handwritten scripture. Every time I asked to see it, he insisted I fast and pray for a week first. However, it was impossible for me to meet such strict demands when I still had to take care of our son.

His eyes looked hungry when he saw me. "Come here Michael," he said quietly. "Tonight we finish your penance properly." I walked up the steps until I stood right in front of him. The altar felt cold under my hands when I touched it. Father Elias opened the Bible and turned to a page he had marked. He read the verse in his deep calm voice. "Romans 6 verse 13. Do not offer any part of yourself to sin as an instrument of wickedness but rather offer yourselves to God as those who have been brought from death to life and offer every part of yourself to him as an instrument of righteousness."

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."

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…’

He wasn't sure his explanation was getting to her, but he knew it would later when she wanted it to. “Those words you see are from the scripture, the Gospel of Matthew.” He said. “And Jesus, when He was baptized, went up straightway out of the water: and, lo, the heavens were opened unto him, and He saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove, and lighting upon him.” Grace read the words out, and Noah smiled. “I'm sure what they mean doesn't occur to you yet, but it will, I promise.” He said. Grace said nothing, or maybe she couldn't, and was already pondering on what the words meant.

I rolled down the window and thanked the guard who opened the gate for us. PROVERBS 19:23 “The fear of the Lord leads to life; then one rests content, untouched by trouble.”

"Apparently, not. The things that we're referring to here are the stuff that God primarily wants. Prayer is our communication with Him, we speak to Him through prayer while He speaks to us through scriptures." "So how does it usually happen? I mean, when He spoke to us…" a lady from the group disputed. "When we pray, we must have our Bibles with us because He speaks through His Word, He reveals things that only the Spirit understands, that's why it's very important to have the Holy Spirit along with us." She explained and the learners conceded.

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

What I don't know can't hurt me. My Mind was brought back by the Scripture that Queen was asked to read, "Rescue me, O lord, from liars and from all deceitful people. O deceptive tongue, what will God do to you? How will he increase your punishment? You will be pierced with sharp arrows and burned with glowing coals." "Go to verse six and seven" The pastor interrupted. "I am tired of living among people who hate peace. I search for peace; but when I speak of peace, they want war!" Queen concluded.