13 de Mayo de 2018
Pruebas, la respuesta de Dios
En la vida se nos presentan pruebas a diario, algunas son simples de superar, otras son complicadas, nos destrozan, nos derriban y creemos que no hay salida, aun cuando crees en Dios, piensas que te ha olvidado, que lo que dice en la biblia es falso, quizás que está desatando su ira contra ti. Ante toda circunstancia siempre hay una salida, créame que por experiencia personal, no entendemos porque se nos pone en ciertas pruebas, tan complicadas, pero Dios es bueno y ante cada problema, Él pone la solución en nuestras manos, en su tiempo, aunque no comprendamos cuanto tarde este.
A continuación compartiré algunas historias donde se podría decir que Dios nos pone en el baúl del olvido, pero no es así, Él tiene un plan, un propósito ante todo, espero poder ser de bendición para quien lea estas pequeñas anécdotas, por favor coméntame que te parece y si te ha servido en tu vida, mi mayor intención es motivarte, ya que en ocasiones yo ocupaba algún motivo para seguir y no lo encontraba, solo con Dios y leyendo la biblia pude encontrar salida.
Hoy aún sigo con fe clamando por recuperar todo lo que he perdido, en especial a esa hermosa joven que tanto amo...
Dios les bendiga mucho...
Book One of Five in the New Beginnings Series.
**You do NOT have to read Inhale, Exhale, & Breathe to enjoy these stories**
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CYRUS PIERCE:
I'm content in my almost soundless world. I prefer to live through the romance stories I weave and post online. Hardly anyone reads my books, even if they're free, but I do have one fan, and he's supported me since I started writing two years ago.
Except, my writing started to take a depressing dive when I realized that you simply couldn't prevent nor protect your heart from falling for someone. For him. For the one who had no interest in me.
When I fell in love with him, I thought we had a chance. It was an accident.
Turned out, I couldn't be more wrong. He doesn't want me, and I wasn't supposed to have him.
It didn't matter if he showed up in the bookstore every day, talking to everyone else except me. Nor did it matter at all because he didn't know sign language. He couldn't learn.
We couldn't communicate.
But after I go on a date and it ends in putrid disaster, he makes his appearance known, and he's angry.
Then he's doing things for me that confuse me.
My stories are filling up with pages of content, dreams that I want to come true, and my mystery commenter encourages me to continue-to reach my happiness.
To take what I want.
But the activities planned start sparking familiarity-like I lived it before, or maybe dreamed it. Or maybe, just maybe, I'd written it before?
My mind is spiraling, but I can't stop myself from getting closer and closer to him.
I'm not supposed to have him, but my heart craves him.
Sage Monroe, I'm in love with you, and I'm scared now because I have a feeling that you've been communicating with me in more ways than one.