The Noise Inside is like a rushing stream. "Only God can withstand the echo of the noises that stream through men's hearts. How dare you call somebody a mad person? You do not acknowledge the fact that your heart keeps silent only when you are dead. A mad person is unkempt and talking alone outside, but you reason with your heart. The noise is made from the outside and inside. Are they not the same?" Extracts from the novel. This novel is about how the heart of a man affects those around him and God. Some people do not like a noisy environment, depicting a special nature or sense of disturbances causing mental commotion and sometimes disorderliness. This novel shows how God endures the great noise and disturbances emanating from the human environment. It reveals various noises in the human environment, such as cars, electronics, sudden shouts, music, and others. The Inside Noise features many areas about the impact of noise, and how a man can help himself to train his heart to make an acceptable and loving noise by thinking about what is good at all times. This novel will demonstrate the countless on each day that a heart pounders with much groaning which could be heard alone to God. Every man on the earth experiences this huge streaming in the heart. Well, no man common man sees the heart, but it will eventually become a mighty noise and a great disturbance to the people in that environment. From the abundance in the heart of a man the mouth speaks. A good noise is determined by the positive effects it has on the entity around him, and so considered by God. The most hilarious echo is the one that pounder evil, killing, envy, murder, and fornication. It is regarded as evil, and can not please the Highest God. Another beautiful part of this novel is how the readers can be exposed to different ways to learn alternative techniques about noise, using different objects to reflect the author's points of view about noise. A good man lives in the world with the hope to receive the reward of his goodness in the afterlife. The king talked about in this piece, rewards for the people that live in his village with light and those who refuse to abide in obedience living by him staying in the darkness. He later pronounced judgment, which is the expectation of the righteous. The work teaches the understanding of good, bad, and purity.
Only God can withstand the echo of the noises that stream through men's hearts. How dare you call somebody a mad person? You do not acknowledge the fact that your heart keeps silent only when you are dead. A mad person is unkempt and talking alone outside, but you reason with your heart. The noise is made from the outside and inside. Are they not the same? Nobody tells the truth, and I wish I had been during his short years.
The study of my heart that would not be rejected or denied is the fact that you are a liar, but he was truthful for the worthiness of the record of his life that is the reality through practice. I submit to Him because He withstood the course of a very strong wave of the dark path and conquered it. I would say that no man is like him in his entire existence. He lived on the surface of the earth with stable streams that trickled forever. His word contains power and authority, and that makes a staggering form balanced and void in perfect shape. He speaks the truth of his heart. Could it be that he doesn't think much? Or maybe he was not fashioned to reason like most men.
My googling with God has made me jump to the conclusion that every man is the same, but the supernatural one is entirely different and unique. I wonder how many times a day several thoughts stream through my head. Communication proceeds from the heart. I just can't stop thinking of the entity that speaks to his heart; I mean the Lord Jesus. How well do you suppose a man recognizes the hundred or thousand principal discretions made in his heart each day? Let me now eat. I want to go for a walk. How can I complete this assignment? All these are the reflections of voiceless words from the stream of man. I wonder who is that person that everyone talks too quietly.
I tell you, it is a big noise. I just can not stop thinking about the dreadfulness of the highest God. He is like a vacuum that receives everything. The area where I was raised as a child is a grocery store and a farm market. I bet you can not endure the eruption of the big noise from the market community. Now, I'm not talking about the unspoken noise from everyone present, poised for the valley of decision. "Man" is a word family. I think that the noise of men is the fire that burns in them to breathe life, like a car that uses petrol to move. He doesn't like to exist all alone, so he decided to make a replica of himself. Agreement in the mind becomes visible when a decision is made.
Many Water Noises
A drop of rain makes a specific sound that is not quite understood, but it does sound like To-To-To. Since the word "to" doesn't carry more weight, literally "to" is a dependent statement with no affirmation or solid evidence. It's not yet been voted up or done. There is no praise or clap for the glory of incubation. It is an expression and a statement of the future. A drop of rain is called rainwater. That implies that water can not accomplish anything on its own. It is for man and other elements. To-To-To expresses the sound of a special fact that is coming to pass. Water can not benefit itself or have any value to itself until it accomplishes the purpose assigned to the drop. The raindrop never stops working until germination roots emerge from a plant. Many types of water are classified based on the specific sounds they produce, which vary depending on the type of formation and the purpose of acceleration. Like now, heavy-moviegoing stream screeches are popular with almost no expression of their purpose. You can not figure out the connotation of stream water until a special occasion is made out of it. It runs quietly like a very wise serpent that hides its heart behind its heart. You can hardly understand a serpent's next moves unless you can discreetly study to withstand its present achievement. Where it has landed, you see, will determine how you flow along, catching its head. Tame a snake by its body and experience a big bite from a viper. You are all in control when you take it by the head-neck. Create a special channel for the running stream to enable the incorporation of the accomplishments. No clear achievement is made by the noise of many glasses of water until a specific form is made that gives a response to the hunt for souls. It is rationally agreed upon, and a clap is given. The sound given by a stream of water is a clap. You then have a clear site direction for the incorporation of the water channel. Visits stream side always if you desire to see distance. A man is born also of water, and without form, no man is made.
The Mission of a Stream
The mission of a stream of water is to form humanity. Jesus Christ ascertains that a man is born of water and the spirit. A flood reshapes human destiny. The wise catches it by the head-neck, while the fool does so in the body and it has no benefits to them. Give a clap to the great and mighty acts. The situation around you is worth catching in the head-neck, then you are in control to give direction. Look your problem in the face. Never doubt your inward ability to subdue its cutting edge. When you allow nature to do its worst, you are in power to direct the manifestation to favor your immediate environment. Create a concrete path for a stream to go through. Do not challenge or undermine its mission lest you are overcome. Give grace, allow it to flow, and create your strong path around it, then everywhere is peaceful. Allow the word of God to take form in you, just create a balance around it, and everything becomes easy and beautiful because the land is good.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.