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- Herausgeber: Victor Onyebuchi Katchi
- Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
- Sprache: Englisch
Where the Ashes Bloom is a tender and redemptive Christian novel that tells the story of brokenness healed and purity reclaimed. With poetic depth and spiritual insight, Victor O. Katchi explores how love, once lost in the ashes of pain and shame, can bloom again by grace. This book is a healing journey for anyone who has struggled with guilt, trauma, or emotional loss—and who longs to believe that beauty can rise from even the deepest wounds.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Table of contents
TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE:
CHAPTER TWO:
CHAPTER THREE:
CHAPTER FOUR:
CHAPTER FIVE:
CHAPTER SIX:
CHAPTER SEVEN:
CHAPTER EIGHT:
CHAPTER NINE:
CHAPTER TEN:
CHAPTER ELEVEN:
CHAPTER TWELVE:
CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:
CHAPTER NINETEEN:
CHAPTER TWENTY:
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE:
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO:
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE:
EPILOGUE:
“Let us rejoice and be glad and give Him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and His bride has made herself ready…”
Letters from Edith
7-Day Devotional Companion
Day 2: Silent Vows, Spoken Chains
Day 3: Waiting without Withering
Day 4: The Womb and the Word
Day 5: The Righteous Will Be Misunderstood
Day 6: Love That Waits
Day 7: The Dance of Redemption
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What if the fire could speak? These are the whispers of what survived…
1. Mariam – “He Healed the Shame I Named Strength”
2. Elijah – “The Mentor Who Lost, and Found Again”
3. Gloria – “My Marriage Was a Grave. Now It’s a Garden.”
A Message from the Author — O. Katchi
Book Club & Reflection Questions
Scripture Index
Genesis
Exodus
Malachi
Ecclesiastes
Isaiah
Jeremiah
Luke
John
Matthew
1 Corinthians
Song of Songs
Revelation
Also by V.O. Katchi
2. Love in The Waiting
3. Kindled Hearts
4. The Light Was Always Coming
5. Not the White Man’s God
6. God Defends the Challenged, Not the Challenger
7. Retired but Not Resigned
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By Victor O. Katchi
DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The book is written to edify, warn against spiritual deception, and uphold biblical truth. It does not endorse or promote any form of ritual, spiritual abuse, or harmful religious practices. Reader discretion is advised for mature spiritual themes.
Dedication: To God Almighty
To God Almighty—the source of all light and hope,be all glory, honor and thanksgiving.
Acknowledgments
I give all glory to God Almighty, who plants the vision, provides the voice, and preserves the vessel. Without Him, this work would not exist.
To my beloved wife, Uc, your unwavering love, counsel, and quiet strength are a covering I never take for granted.
To my daughters — Fae, Somma, and Esthy — you are treasures, testimonies, and torchbearers. May your lives shine with purpose and purity.
To every reader, intercessor, and encourager, thank you for believing in the message and in the Messenger. May your walk with God be marked by holy devotion and joyful obedience.
To my spiritual mentors, ministry friends, and publishing partners — your light made mine easier to carry.
And finally, to every Max, Edith, and Victor in this world — thank you for walking through fire so that others could find faith.
PREFACE
There are stories written to entertain… And there are stories that insist on being told — not from the mind, but from the soul, from a place deeper than pain and stronger than memory.
This is one of those stories.
It was not written for applause. It was written as a burden, a call, and a response. A story that journeys through brokenness, deception, delay, and redemption — yet refuses to lose its voice in the fire.
I have walked paths that tested me. I have waited through silence. I have seen the sting of loss and the miracle of mercy. Like Edith, Max, and Victor, I too have stood in the place where God meets man — and where truth either breaks or builds us.
If you’re reading this, you are not here by accident. This story has something to say to you.
So come with your questions. Come with your regrets. Come with your longing.
But be warned — this book will not pamper you. It will challenge you. It may convict you. And by God’s grace, it will awaken something within you.
May the Lord speak to you through every page — and may your heart be soft enough to respond.
— O. Katchi
INTRODUCTION
In a world saturated with noise, counterfeit affection, and fleeting connections, we often forget what true redemption looks like.
We celebrate surface-level romance but overlook the beauty of commitment. We pursue outward purity while neglecting the healing of the heart. Somewhere between religion and longing, many have lost the path to godly relationships.
This story is not just about love — it is about transformation. Not just about marriage — but about covenant. Not just about waiting — but about what God forms in the waiting.
You will meet characters who stumble. And rise. Who fail. And repent. Who walk away from deception — and into a love so pure it restores what was lost.
This is not a fantasy tale. It is a faith journey. And love… is waiting with grace in the fire.
So, dear reader — prepare your heart. You’re not just about to read a novel. You’re about to walk into a story where light breaks through darkness, and grace redefines everything.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Preface Introduction Chapter One: The Allure of Promise Chapter Two: Secrets in the Sanctuary Chapter Three: Thirst Beneath the Altar Chapter Four: When Love Turns Flesh Chapter Five: Veils and Covenants Chapter Six: Daughters of Dust Chapter Seven: Gathering the Shadow Chapter Eight: Lovers, Liars and Lures Chapter Nine: The Marriage that Never Was Chapter Ten: Recompense and Rain Chapter Eleven: The Cleansing Chapter Twelve: The Exit and the Echo Chapter Thirteen: When the Campus Wept Chapter Fourteen: Chains and Crossroads Chapter Fifteen: The Last Covenant Chapter Sixteen: When the Womb Speaks Chapter Seventeen: The Trial by Fire Chapter Eighteen: Love Was Waiting Chapter Nineteen: The Seed in the Soil Chapter Twenty: The Dance of Redemption
Chapter Twenty-one: The Quiet Reckoning
Chapter Twenty-two: Beyond the Campus Walls
Chapter Twenty-Three:The Harvest's Song
EPILOGUE: After the Ashes — The Dance Beneath the Heavens
Letters from Edith
7-Day Devotional Companion
Voices from the Fire
Book Club & Reflection Questions:For Personal Growth, Group Discussion, and Spiritual Healing
CHAPTER ONE:
THE ALLURE OF PROMISE
The late afternoon sun, a molten gold, streamed through the open chapel window, painting warm stripes across the worn wooden pews. Its heat mingled with the sweet, almost cloying, scent of freshly cut roses from the garden outside, and the soft, reverent rustle of Bible pages turning in unison. Edith sat quietly, her hands resting, palms up, in her lap, fingers nervously interlocked as if holding onto a fragile secret. Her silk scarf, a delicate cascade of cerulean, slipped just slightly down the back of her neck, a small tremor that mirrored the subtle unease stirring within her. Her eyes were ostensibly fixed on the pulpit, but her thoughts, untamed and restless, were miles away—trailing behind the confident, almost regal stride of Derin Adewale, whose rich baritone voice had just filled every corner of the hall with a prayer that seemed to resonate in the very foundations of the building.
There was something undeniably captivating about him. Always had been.
He didn't just quote Scripture; he embodied it, carrying the divine words not as a burden, but as a seamlessly tailored garment. His voice, deep and resonant, stirred the very atmosphere like a prelude to a refreshing rain, infusing the air with an almost palpable spiritual energy. Young, remarkably eloquent, and visibly anointed with an undeniable spiritual gravitas, Derin was not merely the president of their campus fellowship; he was its vibrant heartbeat, the magnetic center around which all their gatherings orbited. Edith had often heard people joke—sometimes in hushed whispers laced with awe, other times with an undertone of thinly veiled envy—that even silence itself seemed to transform into something sacred whenever he chose to speak.
A faint, private smile touched her lips, quickly suppressed. Just then, she caught it—that sudden, fleeting glance. His eyes, the color of rich earth, met hers for only a breath, a fleeting fraction of a second. But in that minuscule sliver of time, something profound stirred within her: something thrillingly alive… and deeply, profoundly troubling.
"God is not mocked," he declared, his voice regaining its powerful cadence as he returned to the core of his message. "You can’t offer Him part of your life, part of your heart, part of your devotion, and then expect Him to lavish His blessing upon the whole of it."
The congregation murmured their fervent "amens," a ripple of agreement washing over the pews. But Edith's heart fluttered oddly, a discordant beat against the steady rhythm of the collective worship. That verse again. Galatians 6:7. It was the third time she’d heard it echoed in as many days, a persistent spiritual whisper she couldn't quite shake. She consciously brushed it off, tucking it away like one might an inconvenient conviction, a thought best left undisturbed.
As the final, lingering words of the benediction settled over the chapel, a gentle, familiar hand tapped her shoulder. She turned, her lips curving into a genuine smile.
"Your eyes were deep in thought, child." It was Bro. Victor—his presence always a quiet anchor, older, composed, and never one for the dramatic flourishes that often accompanied spiritual fervor. His distinguished grey sideburns framed a face etched with wisdom, lending him an almost prophetic air, though his voice was warm and comforting, like the gentle curl of firewood smoke on a cool evening.
"I was just… listening," Edith replied, rising slowly, gathering her composure.
"Good. Always listen," he affirmed, his gaze steady. "But remember, the ears can often deceive, child, especially if the heart is already enchanted by a melody that isn’t entirely divine." He tilted his head slightly, his gaze unwavering but infused with a profound kindness. "Derin is undoubtedly gifted. There's no questioning his anointing, his ability to move people. But not every light that shines so brightly is entirely divine. Be absolutely certain what exactly is drawing you in—and more importantly, why."
Edith hesitated, a knot forming in her stomach. “Do you… do you not trust him, Bro. Victor?”
Victor sighed, a sound that held no weariness, only a deep, abiding discernment. “My trust, Edith, is not the issue here. Your discernment is. Some fires are meant to warm and purify. Others, however, are designed to mislead and consume. Be very, very certain which one you are near, and whether its warmth is genuine or merely an illusion."
She nodded, the simple gesture carrying a complex mix of feelings—unsure whether to be comforted by his wisdom or utterly confused by his veiled warnings.
Outside, the sky had begun its slow, majestic dimming, bleeding from brilliant orange into hues of soft gold and deepening rose. Derin, as was his custom, was surrounded by an eager throng of adoring fellowship members, some lightheartedly joking, others earnestly seeking his prayers, his counsel, his touch. He caught her eye again—a deliberate connection across the thinning crowd—and this time, he offered a smile that seemed to unravel something inside her.
It was that smile. Like a psalm with hidden verses, each one revealing a layer of depth, of mystery, of unspoken promise.
Edith began to step slowly, deliberately, toward the chapel exit, consciously trying to appear casual, disengaged, even though her heart hammered beneath her blouse like a frantic choir performing wildly out of rhythm. As she finally reached the cool, rough texture of the stone steps, Derin was already making his way toward her, politely excusing himself from the lingering small crowd with practiced grace.
"Edith," he said, his voice a signature blend of commanding confidence and soothing calm, "I saw you during the ministration. Your eyes… they carry questions. Deep ones, the kind that echo long after the sermon ends."
She attempted a light laugh, but it caught in her throat, a fragile sound that died before it escaped.
