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FIRE IN MY BONE- EPISODE 7

HUNGER! Some sensations washed over me like water cascading down a cliff, leaping from rock to rock. The rhythm of the heavenly song from Sharon pierced through my skin, causing my bones to shiver. I wanted to close my eyes,… Continue Reading →

FIRE IN MY BONES- EPISODE 6

THE EZEKIELS Written by Fruitful E. John I shouldn’t have been surprised that God was revealing this much to a naive teenager, yet I was. The revelations the Lord had given to her aligned perfectly with some of the things… Continue Reading →

FIRE IN MY BONES- EPISODE 1

THE FIRE FELL! My ears appeared to grow bigger as he summarized his sermon. “A life without the Holy Ghost is lively purposeless and a purposeless life is powerfully dead.” “God! Is that me? Is that my condition?” “Yes!” my… Continue Reading →

DESTINY FRIENDS

I hear people say, marry your friend. Of course, you won’t marry your enemy. But my lady, that guy you call your friend and you are thinking you should marry, Is he a destiny friend? A destiny friend is a… Continue Reading →

On The Throne

I will walk through the fire Walk through the darkest night I will walk through the flood I won’t be overcome, I won’t be overcome I will walk through the trial Walk through the valley of fear I will walk… Continue Reading →

This thing called Grace.

It had started again! This time it was more severe than the others before.

Oreofe Martins tossed and turned in her bed as she mumbled words incoherently. Her hands flew to the sky as she tried to fight an invisible being. “Go away, please go away” she muttered as she tried to scream, but her voice was barely a whisper.

The bedcover landed on the floor first, followed by the blanket and then with a loud thud she fell to the ground. Her eyes flew open as a ray of light settled on her eyelids. Her body ached terribly as she held her throbbing head. “Why this again?” she asked no one in particular as a lone tear escaped her eyes.

“Jesus, I am tired of this” Oreofe whispered tearfully as she held her chest.

The day before she tried to wake up but couldn’t. An imposing, huge and dark being had hovered above her and pressed her to the bed. She had been able to hear voices around her but could not respond. Every attempt to voice out or move her body was futile. She had just lain there on her bed as unresponsive as death.

“Father, I am…

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