The Coming of Grace

The Coming of Grace chronicles the life of Rebekah Masters from childhood into adulthood. Her transitional journey from her Island, migrating to America towards her purpose in the confines of her struggles. As she hopes, the change occurred, and opportunity breathes anew, as expectation ushers in God’s grace, and it’s within His grace was where she finds love.

Below are excerpts from The Coming of Grace, a heartfelt, captivating, inspirational novel written by Marjorie Delores. Stay tuned for the pre-order release date.  The Coming of Grace is a celebration of possibilities within the grace of God. Scheduled for release early September on Amazon.

Winifred was away at the market, food shopping for the week’s provision, and Rebekah, an eleven-year-old, home alone, was responsible for doing her chores and cleaning their house. She went on with her work while daydreaming about her future. This became her routine since she was eight years old of cleaning the floors on her knees. Having placed the floor wax on the wooden floor, Rebekah knelt with the coconut brush in one palm. At the same time, simultaneously, the other hand balanced her during the buffing motion as she was listening to music blasting in the background. She shook her bottom to the music while buffing the floor on her knees in harmony with its captivating sounds, which ingrained in her soul, and she loved it.

Without any warning, she felt someone grab her from behind, and before she could let out a scream, she was pinned to the floor by what felt like an elephant. A hand went over her mouth, muffling her cries. The force that impacted her filled her lungs, to where she felt as if it is about to explode. He had almost knocked her unconscious, and mercilessly he ripped away from her innocence, leaving her in a pool of blood. She lay on the floor like a discarded ragdoll, whimpering in pain; she rolled over to see the monster cleaning himself off. Glaring down at her, he angrily instructed her, “Clean up this mess, and if you ever say anything to anyone, I will come back for you and Winifred…!” The trauma of that moment would become the onset of abuse that she had to endure. At the time, she could not fathom that this painful memory would grow to become the hallmark of her life.

On returning home, Winifred did not notice anything was wrong even though Rebekah could hardly walk and had been crying all day. Rebekah’s long and unpleasant history with her mother prevented her from telling her. Although she had wished otherwise, she felt Winifred would not believe her and instead saw it as her fault. However, one of the neighbors later noticed something was wrong with how she walked.

“Rebekah, come here!” Ms. Lucille called out to her.

“Yes, ma’am!” she answered.

Ms. Lucille inquired, “What’s wrong with you? Why are you walking like that?” The older woman’s authoritative tone made her uneasy, but unsure what to do, she avoided her gaze.

Filled with embarrassment, Rebekah stood in front of the older woman with her head down, looking at her feet, afraid of answering. But she then remembered what the man had said, and she contemplated what if she tells her the truth? What then?

“Rebekah, I am going to ask you once more. I expect an answer, and I want the truth. I know something terrible happened to you and I want to help…! Now, did someone molest you?”

At that moment, Rebekah rushed towards the older woman throwing her arms around her waist, nestling her head against her chest, crying uncontrollably. In response, the woman wrapped her arms around her, offering comfort. “I am so sorry, my child. Who did this to you?!”

Rebekah was inaudible; it was as if she was choking on her words. Her thoughts were like a chaos of all she had borne to that point.


Through Prayers

Do you know there is a supernatural behind the natural world that you can access through prayers? This book will take you into the miraculous and supernatural experiences of people who had answers to problems that seemed impossible. I desire that through this book, you will see that we are not just put on this earth to survive, but we were born to be more than conquerors, transforming situations from death to life with the power of the Holy Spirit, our words, and prayers. This book is about the king, His kingdom, His love, and pursuit of a relationship with us, which ultimately leads to the abundant life he had predestined and prepared.


This is one of the fastest-selling books on Amazon today. It speaks to you where you are, no sugarcoating, just true stories of the manifestation of the goodness of God. Be inspired, most of all see the hand of God reveal in the life of a woman driven by her faith in God.

I read this book a few nights ago and was moved by it. Ms. Erskine’s stories of hope, renewal, answered prayers are palpable. Each story is captivating, and it’s for that reason why she is being featured.

I am a woman of faith who has witnessed God’s goodness; I had to share this book. This book took you back to that place where you think anew while it reminded you of the power of God.

Product details

Customer Reviews: 4.9 out of 5 stars    12 ratings

  • ASIN ‏ : ‎ B08R689SK7
  • Publisher ‏ : ‎ Independently published (December 24, 2020)
  • Language ‏ : ‎ English
  • Paperback ‏ : ‎ 130 pages
  • ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 979-8578192111
  • Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 9 ounces
  • Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 6 x 0.33 x 9 inches

Your Silence

The thunderous sound of your silence,

Your silence echoes through the chambers of my heart like bells being toll

Not a sound, not a whisper, just the loud thunderous sound of your silence tugging at my heart

Such silence pulls at the very foundation of what causes me to be at the center my best,

Such silence snuffs out those wistful promises first formed in that place of longing

Where dreams were made in the birthplace of our desires mingled with hope;

A conception came forth upon the wings of a past we had tenderly shared

However, with which we could on longer cope,

A heart pierced too long by Cupid’s bow, now silently awaits,

As a prisoner of hope of a dream which no longer will be,

With time will be forgotten, within the confines of the thunder of your silence.           

 Marjorie Delores

Taken from The Winter Years of Life, audiobook now available on iTunes, Audible and Amazon.

Sometimes its within our silence that we speak the loudest!. Marjorie Delores

Soul Expression

The real beauty of life comes from within, and it’s for us to show it through the best of who we can be. So, make your life show the beauty that’s within by being the light you want to see!!  Soul Expression

The Scars of Those Twisted Yesterdays

How can we erase the scars from those twisted yesterdays?

When on each other we inflicted such pain, much to our loss and less to our gain,

How can we erase the scars from those twisted yesterdays?

Embroiled in selfishness and rage, our lives become symbols of souls that are caged, the causality of many a strife,

When we seek to hurt and divide…

If only we could share in each other’s circumstances,

Being able to look beyond the person recognizing their purpose;

An imprint of life’s ever-growing chain,

A part of you and a part of me, spirits melt, and souls set free,

How can we erase the scars of those twisted yesterdays?

How can we, and shouldn’t we?


Marjorie Delores

Ocean of Tears

Like the waves of the sea,

You seek to erode my emotions,

Bringing in tides of fear and despair,

To cause distortions

Like water without salt,

You take the savor of my peace,

Replacing it with seaweeds of deadness,

Sadness and grief!

Don’t you know the ocean claps her hands?

At my praise to God on high,

While its shores hold my tears and kiss it

So softly to the skies

Like photosynthesis, it evaporates

Into golden vessels carried by angels above,

Placed on the altar of incense

Surrounded by his love.

So let the waves roar, and make the tides ride,

For my tears have a language

That only heaven can transcribe. 


Sophia Mahalia Lyttle

Reflections for the poem “Ocean of tears.”

Fear is the enemy that everybody has to deal with daily. It always lurks over our shoulders, waiting for an opportunity to come into our hearts, to distort our perceptions.  Our faith will never stand without the opposition of fear.  “Purpose Within Every Promise,” a poetry anthology that reaches you wherever you are in life, bookend by words of wisdom, which is food for the soul.

Available on Amazon.

Soul to Soul

Soul Expression is exactly as it says, releasing energy in the cosmos with a sense of inclusiveness which is vital for our success. With this in mind, the voices heard here cross the spectrum of life reflective of our differences; however, our share similarities outshines those differences. Marjorie Delores.

An excerpt from an inspirational romance novel written by Simone Lyttle scheduled to be released in September on Amazon. Stay tuned for the pre-order release date.  Would you like to see additional excerpts released on this blog from Persistent Love? Please, tell us what you think.

Composing myself, I dried my tears-stained face after grabbing the handkerchief from my pocketbook, which lay open on the passenger seat. “You are stronger than this; dust yourself off and just live, live, I indignantly shouted in frustration and pain. Then without warning, the intensity of the moon illuminated on the passenger seat, willing me to avert my gaze to its source, which happened to be exceptionally bright tonight. Looking at the sky through my windshield window, it exploded with the stars, shining as if a meteor shower had just burst into the fullness of its infinite span. The beauty of the moment left me spellbound, and fleetingly, I forgot my anguish. As the pressure from the contact of my fingers on the handkerchief touched my face, it made me shudder in pain. Inadvertently my mind becomes flooded with the memories of last night. Once again, my mind becomes embattled in a war that has been slowly growing in fervency within me, unleashing an indescribable feeling of anguish and pain.

The memory of the intensity of the fight I had with Stanley and its near fatality left me shaken. During our marriage, the arguments between us have been rapidly intensifying in their frequency and continue to detonate into frequent physical altercations, which leave me perpetually fighting for my very existence. An uneasy feeling of discontentment has been consistently plaguing me since; it resonates with a sense that just continues to pull at the heartstrings of my soul, standing resolve in its determination to adjust my world.

                The festering scars of my emotional wounds now seem to have become uncovered, resurfacing with an indescribable pain from its sudden exposure. My attempts to erase the memories now seemed futile, as their uncovering incited a torrent of tears, which gushed forth, erupting like a dam, forcing me to pull over to the embankment of the road. My mind now becomes engulfed with the painful images of my last fight with Stanley.

“Stanley, I am tired. I would like for us to spend time alone tonight, just the two of us. We hardly ever see each other anymore. Our marriage has become entangled with meetings, deadlines, and dinner engagements. We have been scheduling our time around them, and I refuse to do it anymore!” I expressed quite passionately in my attempt to salvage the sinking ship of our marriage.

“Can you recall the last time you held me and told me you love me because I can’t, Stanley? It feels like we are strangers. I am just exhausted from the constant fights and arguments! We hardly speak anymore, except when we are out! I want this marriage to work, but do you, or do you even care anymore?”

Sitting at the foot of the bed with my arms decisively folded, I stared pointedly at Stanley while standing, resolved in my decision not to attend the Folinger’s dinner party tonight as Stanley had requested. Without missing a beat, Stanley just continuing to loosen his silk tie from around his neck as he stood facing the mirror. Stanley and I hardly speak anymore, and he was becoming more violent in his assaults toward me. The frequent exchanges of his silent but almost lethal stares were all we shared anymore. Continues…


At times, I think out loud, and this is one of those times. I’ve always wondered about the whole unit of time and what does it really means in value or its sum total? Then the answer became abundantly clear, It encapsulates our destiny. On realizing this, once again, it reaffirmed that time is destiny, and my prayers are ‘God, please don’t let me waste time. Wasting time is giving away my destiny’. How about you?  What do you think? SOUL EXPRESSION

All are compliments of time. Beautiful, yet fragile; each essential for the other to experience the awesome power and beauty within time. What’s the point? Value and care!


The Coming of Grace is a novel written by Marjorie Delores, coming available on Amazon in September 2021.

 “The Coming of Grace” it’s a story of an immigrant’s woman journey towards her purpose within the confines of her struggles, rekindles the human spirit’s immense resilience despite the odds stacked against it.

Rebekah Masters is a woman with an indomitable spirit who strives for a life she longs for, even when it seems futile. Seeing each challenge as a steppingstone, she finds her voice and resilience to thrive despite the odds. Rebekah, at Twenty-three-years-old, a woman of color, migrated from Cinderella Island to America in search of a better life. In her quest, Rebekah’s life’s journey took turns and twists, which seemed scripted.

My Friend!

Have I forgotten to tell you, my friend?

How your deeds of kindness color my world?

When the only thing I could see was the midnight of my life,

 Have I forgotten to tell you, my friend?

How your outstretched hands held me back from the jaws of decay?

Sometimes with me, and for me, you’d prayed.

 Have I forgotten to tell you, my friend?

You’ve illuminated some of my darkest moments,

With your words of encouragement, seasoned with wisdom and love.

Have I forgotten to tell you, my friend?

You’ve been a source of comfort in my times of need.

When I was about to succumb to a crisis by which my life impaled,

Your support and belief in me pushed me onward to personal elevation

Have I forgotten to tell you, my friend?

Your friendship I value, our association I treasure.

Thanks for rescuing me from a place of self-pity,

A trail in life, which robs the soul and suffocates the spirit.

My friend, you’re the best, and I’m forever

Grateful to have you as a friend, “my friend!”


Marjorie Delores

Real friendship is a relationship based on shared ideals without hidden agendas. It’s that interaction that adds quality and confidence to our state of being, and whenever we forge this exchange, we must nurture that relationship. It doesn’t take much; simply telling them that you value and appreciate them is a good place to start. There are times when we get busy becoming distracted that we forget to. On reading this, please call that friend who has made a difference in your life. SOUL EXPRESSION

Black Urbanites Unspoken music

I see the unspoken rhythm in each black urbanite steps,

The way he bops with a beat with each stride…

Maybe his music resides inside his complex soul,

Wanting, needing to be told, and yet I hear his music.

Music that brings about this rhythmic motion-this swaggering movement

I hear the resonance of his music,

Because it emanates with the emotion that comes from being a black urbanite

I hear his cries of frustration, pain, anger, rejection, hope, and despair.

His cries vibrate and tremble with velocity and power as he seeks solace from his

feelings of disempowerment,

The dislocated, the unemployed, the overlooked, the achievers, the tricksters, the

dreamer, and the rainbow makers,

These epitomize the images of the black urbanites

Images that reverberate in the black urbanites’ unspoken music.

By Simone Lyttle      

The first time I read this poem, it spoke to me in so many ways. I saw my neighbors, family, friends, and fellow citizen speaking to me from this place. Such raw emotions that leaps out reverberate with a longing that comes from denied opportunities cultivated steeply in a past that now breathes fear. Soul Expression