This book is filled with short stories inspired by scripture, with different scenarios! All leading to Jesus; grief, seeking purpose, romance, family etc.
God bless you.
Luke 1:7 To shine upon those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death, To guide our feet into the way of peace.
I clinged to the handle of my suitcase and with my free hand, held unto my jacket close to my chest. It was dark. The wind brushed against me and my heartbeat drummed in my chest as I exhaled. My hands felt sweaty, and my throat dried up.
I was scared.
I was also lost.
All I wanted was to find a place to call 'home.'
But how can one see anything in the dark? I cannot expect to find anything in this darkness. I've tried different light sources but none are sufficient – the battery dies, fires blows out or it breaks. The kind of light I seek is one that even in the darkest night–it shines as day.
It's all meaningless and yet I still have a little hope.
"How do I find my way?" I huffed out in the shadows.
The batteries of my inner light went out yet again. I had just bought it hours ago, but it's dead now. Nothing I buy in this town ever lasts! The people here are lifeless, everything is so dull—we all come to this town for lights to put in our hearts. It gives us a sense of life, a type of high, a blissful feeling but once it dies out we are left emptier than before.
A glare of light—so bright I thought I lost my eye sight. I blinked and my vision was of colourful spots until it cleared. I was blown away by the stranger who approached.
He was not bland or dull like the rest of the town's people. Everyone else in this town is bleak and just idles aimlessly; there is no hope in them. They are living corpses, alive but just existing but this man had a radiance I've never seen before. I've only seen glimpses of such bright lights in my dreams.
Who is this? How does he shine so bright? What is the source of his light?
He stopped infront of me and startled my train of thought.
His smile was sweet, and his eyes were kind, and inside them there was a fire. He saw me even though I was hidden in the dirt, covered in filth that comes with this town. What kind of man is this?
"Who are you?" The words escaped my lips, and something inside my heart stirred. I felt chills over my body at the sound of his voice.
"I am a servant of the Most High. I have something to give you from my Lord. The Maker of heaven and earth," he said placing a book in my hand and continued, "It's a gift already paid in full, inside is a map. You'll find what you're looking for in there."
"Thank you," I laughed, bewildered at how out of the blue this was.
I had no idea what was going on. Where did he come from? And how did he know the prayer that was hidden in my heart.
I glanced at the title book, 'Holy Bible.' It intrigued me. I was about to ask what it was about but the stranger was gone like chaff in the wind. I was in awe, not only because he disappeared but because there was light coming from the book.
My hands were shaking with excitement and my eyes watered for some reason. The suitcase slipped from my hands, and I felt a shift in the atmosphere. The Bible was glowing; whatever was inside was alive. With a yearning I opened the book, and immediately the words penetrated my heart and the stone wall around it broke.
Jeremiah 23:29 "Is not My word like a fire?" says the Lord, "And like a hammer that breaks the rock in pieces?
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When I wrote this I was feeling very inspired, no really it just came out of me. I didn't know at first from who's point of view I was writing but when I looked a little deeper—it was a soul. . . trapped inside a body that was living in sin. Crying out to God, wanting to be set free, wanting to to taste and see the Lord. The word of God did in fact penetrate my heart, it comforted and spoke to me in my darkest moments, and even now still it is life giving! Hallelujah.
