Hiya, this is a new story that I hope I continue with. Please R&R. Also, don't start yelling at me and such if your atheist and think that this is a waste of time because you don't have to be reading this and this is MY opinion of how I love God so yeah.
This class is so boring. I groaned in my head.
I glanced at my teacher and opened my bible to a random page in the middle. I stared at the page and read the verse that I had opened to.
The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. Those who know your name trust in you, for you Lord have never forsaken those who seek you. Psalm 9:9-10.
I was taken aback by what it said. "The Lord is a refuge" I mused over in my brain for a second before reading on.
But God will never forget the need; the hope of the afflicted will never perish. Psalm 9:18.
I was struck by the truth in the verses I was reading. Suddenly, the class didn't seem to boring and stupid. I stood up and 20 pairs of eyes glanced at me.
"Mrs. Balkny, I'd like to dig deeper into this verse" I smiled, holding up my bible.
Elizabeth always thought Theology Class was a waste. But when she starts digging deeper into the Bible she sees that she can turn her life around. Suddenly seeing visions of Jesus she wonders if she is somehow a close realative of the Messaiah himself...
