The Bigger Picture

By the time Mr. Quist was done with his prayer, Elizabeth was crying, overwhelmed with the weight of the knowledge that had just been dished out to her. From the moment that minstrel at the worship concert began singing her song, she had had a hint of where this was heading to, yet it did […]

The angel nodded. “Yes, that’s your song.” Elizabeth simply stood there, amazed as the young minstrel continued to sing. The truth was, of all the songs she had released, Ears Like Mine had had the lowest patronage. There was the likes of How Sweet and Praise Is Due which had quite a number of listens

With her eyes closed as she held on to the angel’s hand, she could sense a change in the atmosphere. She didn’t know how long her eyes had been shut, and honestly speaking, she couldn’t tell. Not exactly a surprise, considering she was no longer bound by time zones. Opening her eyes, she no longer

White. Blinding, piercing white. That was what Elizabeth awoke to. Squinting as she opened her eyes, she looked all around her. Alarm and befuddlement grabbed her heart as she observed her current surroundings. Nothing but white all around. White beneath her, white above her, white around her… all white everything. “God Almighty, where am I?”

Welcome, dear reader! Ever felt like what you do for God is not appreciated? Like your labour in the Kingdom goes under the radar? Well, you have something in common with the main character in this short series. Why don’t we follow her and check her story out? Elizabeth Bossman walked out of the front