Where To Start Bible Reading Novels & Stories

Now, his mind had just been awoken again to the love of God and how he should be passionate about God. His phone rang, disturbing his prayers. He switched it off immediately and hid it under his pillow. He picked up the bible on the stool in front of him and began to flip through the pages, he was unsure of where to stop. He turned back to the concordance and located the word “Love”, he began a more intensive study on it. ***** **** ****** “Make sure it is organized before this afternoon” Isabella asked, looking into the laptop screen “Sure, I’ll get it done” the reply came in a thick Brazilian accent

Once done, I walked back to my seat. The Church Service was then concluded, and everyone started leaving. Jace grabbed my hand, and Blaze followed us out. I can't wait to start coming to church every week. We were about to walk out of the main entrance when the preacher came up to me holding a couple of books. He handed one to Blaze and then one to me. I saw that they were bibles. He spoke to us a bit about the importance of reading your Bible and how, other than praying, it was the best way to grow a relationship and have fellowship with Jesus. We thanked him and made our way to Blaze's truck. Once we were all in, Jace turned his head and looked at me. "I wasn't ready; I'll go up there some

he says. I blink. “Read?” He nods toward the open Bible on the lectern. “Psalm 51. The Miserere. Aloud.” I hesitate only a second, then cross to the lectern. My fingers tremble as I turn the pages. The text swims for a moment before steadying. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love…” My voice is soft, unsteady at first. I feel him behind me—close now, just at my shoulder. Not touching, but near enough that the air between us hums.

I wish he would stop because God didn't give me enough strength of will to resist a chocolate bar let alone a man like him. "How about we start reading?" I say so that the attention turns to someting, anything else. "Sebastian, why dont you pick up where we last stoped." We were reading Ozma of Oz. He picked up the book, flipping to the page we had last left off as Grace sits besides him and Christain sits on the chair next to me, giving me just a bit of space as I ran my fingures over the Brail...

Xavier's infectious laughter filled the room, lifting my spirits and setting a joyful tone for the day. As we savored the last bites of our breakfast, I suggested that we delve into the spiritual realm by studying a passage from the Bible. I asked Xavier to retrieve two bibles from the shelf, and he eagerly obliged, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. We settled in the cozy living room, the soft sunlight casting a warm glow upon us. Opening the sacred book, we turned to Psalm 22:3-15, a passage that spoke of trust in God's providence and deliverance in times of trouble.

So, he wouldn’t watch any evil happen to her. Then she crawled to the place she kept the holy book called “Bible” then grabbed it as she hastily flipped to the book of Isaiah 41: 10: Fear not, I am with you…” And having read it, she muttered a few lines of prayer, such prayers that have the semblance of the first verse of the Lord’s prayer. But it would have been lengthy if she was with her old man. She knew that her old man would spank/yell at her for saying such a short prayer for such a terrible dream.

She moved ahead and sat on a couch placed by the sliding doors that led to the yard outside. She placed the Book on the chair, beside a flower pot. Her eyes, on their own, traced the shiny name branded on the dark cover. The Holy Bible, she read the words in her mind, smiling instantly. It's been days since she read the Book. The one who has the hunger for the Word of God can only understand how the spirit desires its food. It's true peace. Opening the Book, she began reading the Word. She didn't even realize when hours passed.

Hindi man lang akong nag-atubiling basahin iyon. Nilingon ko si Papa. Nakahiga ito pero titig na titig ito sa kung anong bagay malapit sa akin. Hinanap ko ang mata niya ngunit talagang pokus ang mga ito sa bagay na iyon. Ang bible na binabasa ko. “That’s hers.” Tiningnan ko din ang librong hawak-hawak ko. Hindi ito malalamang bible sa unang tingin dahil sa sobrang dami ng mga colored papers na nakadikit sa mga gilid ng pages.

I turned around again on my bed trying to find a magic position to make me sleep and forget reality. I just couldn't rest, as I turned around my eyes landed on that one book, that one book I do not like to cslla book , I call it life. I got off my bed and walked to my drawer to pick up my bible. I had gifted one to Desiree and I had one with me. I opened it up and started reading…. One hour later…. I closed down on my bible with a heavy sigh from my lungs. My heart was now steady and normal. I looked at the bible again and just smiled, funny how much life it had and no one seems to understand the gravity it has, the amount of life it gives.

She sat on the couch beside him and curled her legs under her. “Should I be worried?” Ian asked. “I read my Bible every night. Can I read to you?” Ian spotted her Bible sitting on the end table and reached for it. “What if I read to you tonight?” Sara’s eyes widened. What if he shocked her to the core? “I’d like that. The bookmark is where I stopped.” He pulled the marker and opened the book to 1 Corinthians Chapter 16. “Thank you for being past the love chapter.” He grinned.