In a small, house on the outskirts of a bustling town, there lived an old woman named Orooluwakiye(meaning the word of God doesn't change). She was known throughout the village for her unwavering faith and her kind, nurturing spirit. One stormy night, as the rain pounded against the windows and the wind howled through the trees, a weary traveler knocked on Orooluwakiye's door. His clothes were tattered, and his face was etched with exhaustion. Orooluwakiye welcomed him in with a warm smile and offered him a place by the crackling fire. As the traveler rested, Orooluwakiye prepared a simple meal, all the while humming a soft, comforting tune. As they sat by the fire, the traveler shared his journey, his eyes reflecting the struggles he had faced. Orooluwakiye listened intently, her heart filled with compassion. "You have faced much, dear traveler," Orooluwakiye said gently. But remember this, as the psalmist wrote, 'My covenant I will not break, nor alter the word that has gone out of My lips'." The traveler looked at Orooluwakiye, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Can I truly believe that?" he asked, his voice tinged with longing. Orooluwakiye nodded, her eyes filled with conviction. "The promises of the Lord Almighty are steadfast and true. Just as the sun rises each morning, so does His faithfulness endure." As the night wore on, Orooluwakiye shared stories of faith and resilience from her own life, reinforcing the message of unwavering trust in the Lord's promises. With dawn's first light, the storm had passed, and the traveler rose, refreshed and renewed. He turned to Orooluwakiye with gratitude in his heart. "Thank you, dear friend," he said, "for reminding me of the unshakeable foundation of faith. Your words have been a beacon of light in my darkest hour." With a thankful heart, the traveler continued on his journey, carrying with him the assurance that, just as Orooluwakiye had quoted, the Lord's covenant would never be broken. He faced the path ahead with newfound strength and hope. And in that quiet house, Orooluwakiye, continued to live out her days, a living testament to the enduring faithfulness of the Almighty, trusting that His promises would forever be a source of strength and comfort for all who sought refuge in Him. Can you pinpoint from which book in the bible inspired this story?🤔 ©️ Erule Elizabeth Ayomide #Godsword #hiswordisheretostay #omocelenimi #midewrites #theepistlewriter✍️ #happysunday

Endurance assumes difficulty. One does not have to endure that which is not bitter. No one asks others how they are “enduring” their favorite bowl of ice cream. No one asks the radiant, newly engaged couple how they are “enduring” their betrothal. To endure a thing is to live in spite of its difficulty, not to live in denial of it. Suffering isn’t easy. It’s not designed to be. It’s the crucible of Christian hope, beating out its imperfections and smelting it into something more beautiful and pure. A hope unassailable by the world and the devil because it is rooted in the eternal and sure love of a gracious and merciful God. Just as sure as God loves his people, Satan is out to scuttle their security by making them feel alone, overwhelmed, and incompetent. Knowing Satan’s game plan to rob us of the heavenly fruit of our horrible suffering, though, helps us to persevere in the most difficult times into a hope that is eternal and cannot be put to shame. #glorioussunday #omocele🌈