Peter’s Denial (POV of a servant girl)

I haven’t had much muse/inspiration, so this is not gonna be my best piece. I decided on something less… cheerful/hopeful/happy, and part of the way I wrote this was to show how insignificant a moment can be for someone, when it meant a whole tonne more for others. In any case, hope you enjoy it! 🙂

~ Ele♥ra


The air vibrated with the crackling and sizzling of burning logs, golden embers dancing in the air momentarily before disappearing, leaving behind comforting warmth. It was a cold early morning, but even colder was the atmosphere, and there was a tenseness lingering admits us, speaking of death and betrayal. As servants of the high priest, there was no denying we had heard the rumours, and, as more people arrived, bringing word with them, we had come to discover that it was the truth – Jesus had been arrested, and he was being taken to stand trial.Read More »

The Anointing at Bethany (Mary’s POV)

It’s been a busy week and this is shorter than usual but as promised, here it is!

*~From the house of God’s grace~*


It was six days before the Passover and Jesus, the Son of Man was having supper with us, in Simon the Leper’s house. Jesus was special to us. I would never forget that day when He raised my brother, Lazarus from the grave. It was something I would remember for the rest of my life. We’d all been grief-stricken but then Jesus came, full of love and hope and raised Lazarus from the dead. That wasn’t too long ago. But now, he was supping with us and Lazarus, healthy as ever, sat at the table with Jesus and His disciples.

Martha, hospitable as always, busied herself serving the people, but I had other things on my mind. Read More »

Jesus Walks on Water (POV of disciple)

I had this story in mind but wasn’t sure if I should write it. So, I asked my mum to name me the first one she could think of and she named this one so here you go! 🙂

*~From the house of God’s grace~*


My muscles strained, trying against hope to keep the boat steady as my eyes searched fruitlessly to make shapes out of the darkness. It was the fourth watch of the night, dark as the depths of a whale, and the wind was the strongest I’ve ever seen it be, stirring up the waters of the sea and creating waves that tossed us to and fro. It was all we could do to keep ourselves afloat and from the jaws of a watery death. Where was Jesus? He was the one who insisted we get in the boat and cross the sea but He didn’t come with us. Where is Jesus when you need Him?

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Stones (POV of the woman)

This one is slightly more of a stretch than my previous ones, since I made up a lot in terms of background. I did a lot of research on the laws and what Jesus was writing, and discovered that, apparently, the priest would write down the law that was broken along with the name of the people who had committed the crime somewhere non-permanent (which was usually the temple floor). On top of that, both parties should be brought forward and not just the woman.

This got me wondering why the woman in this story had been alone, resulting in this interpretation of her life, which is personal and not anything found in the Bible. Of course, any and all interactions with Jesus has been kept exactly the same. 🙂 Enjoy!

~Ele♥ra


Silence, louder than anything I have ever heard before, fills the temple, and I swear I can hear the thump thump thump of my heart crying out in fear as I stand and await my judgement. I know the price of what I have done, and I have seen it happen before, but I guess I just never thought to think I would be one of those. The image of my child flashes through my mind. Who will watch over him when I’m gone? Will my husband, even after he finds out about my infidelity?Read More »