Divine Fire in My Soul

By Eniko Nyerges

Divine Fire in My Soul is a book that will have you flipping to the next story. Eni has put on paper her divine spiritual experiences and shared them with the world. This book is truly what the title says, is a soul filled with the holy spirit.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vasz Books
• Release date: Sep 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781087985701

Eniko Nyerges

Eniko Nyerges is a prolific author that lives in Pennsylvania. She is originally from Transilvania and has made the US her home for over 40 years. She's been writing since the early childhood age of 7 years old, where she used to recite poems at family gatherings. Her love for writing is part of her life and nature, her unique style makes you feel like if you're having a conversation with her face to face. For her, the words just flow like a river stream, effortlessly. You will find yourself submersing into each one of her stories in this new book "Divine Fire in My Soul".Eni, is also the author of "Images of Faith", which she wrote a few years ago and has been a local success. Eni, not only has the gift of writing, but also the gift of simplifying her divine experiences with God and putting them into simple words for all of us to understand. It is her goal to express in these stories, messages from our Divine God with the hope to speak to your soul and make a connection. Eni's life stories will have you wanting to move from story to story. Enjoy and God bless.

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Acknowledgment

The jacket of this book was designed by my son, Zoltán Nyerges, who is a graduated artist. I am very grateful to him for taking time out from his busy schedule for me. All my gratitude to you, son.

Thanks,

Mom

Dedication

This second book, I whole heartedly dedicate to my Heavenly Father, whom I love very much. He alone deserves all the credits in my spiritual life. I just obey and love as I see it from my Father. If it wouldn’t have been for Him lowering Himself to me and lifting me up towards Him halfway, I would never have a loving relationship with Him. He is the best father anyone can have and words fail to describe. Much praise and gratitude to you my loving Father for your infinite friendship. My ABBA, my God and yours as well.

Dear Reader,

I am extremely honored to be asked to write this forward for the, Divine Fire in My Soul for my dear friend Eniko, who is a very unique individual . She is extremely spiritually oriented and highly sensitive to spiritually related experiences. She is always open to hear and see what ever the Lord presents to her. It may be a vision, a picture, or the white dove that may appear just when she may be praying.

The content of this book, Divine Fire in My Soul is a reflection of Eniko’s life. Images, insights, dreams and spiritual experiences which she has recorded over a long period of time.

I don’t want to give you the impression that Eniko is all holier than thou, but being human like the rest of us she does have her moments.

I am sure you will enjoy reading and experiencing some of what Eniko has to say while she continues on her pilgrimage with Jesus and St. Francis of Assisi to the promised land. I pray for her success.

Deacon Nicholas A Mazzei s.f.o.c.j.

Author’s Note

Greetings my friends and relatives in Christ. All stories are either outer or inner visions and experiences in life situations, where God steps in and drives home a point so effortlessly as one can understand and handle. I am all ears to listen, and willing to follow His instructions on the road to Heaven. We all are pilgrims in this life and God provides the necessary instructions and map, in order that we arrive safely to Heaven’s gate. I advice all to plug your umbilical cord into Heaven, while you are completing your mission here on Earth. Time is short, for one never knows when God calls us home. Do the best you can and leave the rest in God’s hands. He always accomplishes what He began in you. I am not promoting myself or my visions and experiences as to boast about them, but simply trying to pass on the knowledge what God gives me. I do not seek glory or honor, but I have to pass these on, so you too my dear reader would know how much your Heavenly Father loves you. All you need is a willing, loving heart and two listening ears. It’s not a rocket science, but pure love overload on their part willing to impart to whoever would like it and work with it. We have a loving ABBA in Heaven, who loves His children very much, even if they are mischievous. God bless all of you who take time out to learn. I know I did. Happy reading. Who knows what you may get out of it.

One Smile

When I visited my country, I always made sure to pay a visit to my Hungarian teacher who taught me in high school. For 38 years I am keeping in contact with her. She was very sweet as a teacher, but very stern with us when it came to our language how to write and read. What she taught in those years , I never really forgot. I owe her a lot in my life, like the love of writing. Yes, I have a natural talent for it, but there must be someone who teaches you the ins and outs of it. So this particular day I was invited for lunch to her home and I graciously accepted it. We had a great time reminiscing the old times and trying to figure out where are my classmates in life. She knew some and what they did with their life. To my surprise the A students were not doing well at all in life, while the others were better off. While we were sitting and talking she stopped, gently smiled and said; wait here, I have something to give you. Since you have such a sweet smile, you must have this. What she gave me was the most beautiful gift given by her. I translated as best as I could. This tiny story really impressed me a lot and I did not know the full meaning of it until I went home and read it again intelligently, slowly and than I understood what she tried to convey to me by giving me this piece of paper. I smiled afterwords and was grateful for such a great gift. Well, here goes my wonderful translation.

A smile does not cost anything, but does a lot. It makes richer the person who gives it and does not make the person poorer. It only lasts, just a moment, but the memory of it lasts forever who receives it. No one is so rich, that can not do without it, and no one is so poor, that can not give it away. Friendship’s tangible sign. A smile gives tranquility to the weary, consolation to the depressed. If by any chance you meet someone who does not give you a smile, be of generous heart and gift him or her with a smile, because no one is in more need of a smile than the one who can not smile at all at anyone. "

After a great lunch and lovely conversation went back to my relatives very content, and felt loved a lot. Blessed are the good teachers, who truly teach children good, wholesome things, for it stays with them for life. These are the best teachers in the world. Thank you.

The Mirror of a Soul

This was written to my friend whose wife was my friend and passed away. That day I could read him as a story book, so I got inspired to put it on paper for you to read.

Out there is cold and windy, while a young lady is feverishly laying in the bed battling sickness. This gentle giant old man decides to do something nice and brings her hot soup, hoping to make her feel better. Even the stars in the night are happily glowing and witnessing an act of love and self sacrifice. As he stands at the young lady’s bedside, his eyes are filled with compassion and a gentle smile graces his old lips, while his thoughts are soaring backwards in time as his eyes begins to stare into nothingness. He remembers his youth and his young wife, who no longer is with him on earth. Oh, how he loved to take care of her in any way he could and yet he has regrets about the past. Those times when he wasn’t so kind, but......this is human nature. Unpredictable and unstable at times. He admires beauty and delights in it, in his heart he gently caresses it and no one can see this act on his wrinkly face , no, this is his secret which he loves to keep to himself. The old giant visited his new, little friend who was dear to him, who gives a boost to his old age and spirit, while keeps him on his toes. For who wants to act old around a young lady? No, those slow movements must be carefully and well hidden and act as frisky as ones body will allow. This is no old age flare of love , no it’s true caring. It’s an act which brings new fuel to his own soul and keeps him going. After all , what an old man has anymore in his life? He is like a spectator in life as it unfolds for others. Long ago, him too was one of the actors on the stage of life, but now he just merely suggests and steps aside. He follows all that is happening to the young lady and helps whenever he can and able, for through him Divine Providence operates quite often. He cherishes every moment when he meets the lady and loves to chit- chat on religious topics, eagerly opening up his soul’s ears to hear, he perhaps already heard before, but never understood. Inwardly his soul realizes that even tough he counts seventy years and over, it’s still room to learn and climb to new heights. His spirit is still willing , but the body has grown to be heavy as lead. He feels the end at such times, but who cares? At this point his eyelids are blinking and snaps back to reality. He would go even a step further than just bringing the soup, he would gladly serve it, but old age wisdom holds him back, for he knows that the husband can do that. He gently proposes, that the soup should be eaten while is hot. He enjoys every gazing and feels sorry for the sick lady who suffers from fever. In his heart he feels very satisfied knowing that he did something noble for a friend in need. Before he departs takes a loving look coupled with a smile then takes flight into the night. He thinks to himself; tomorrow I can serve her in another way. This gives him another boost and is happy to serve for through this act he will stay young in spirit.

The Little Donkey Who Wanted to be a Great Horse

This story was inspired by a Budweiser commercial. The horses that were pulling the cart with all the beer barrels were strong and magnificent to look at. I am glad that no one was coming into my house that afternoon, for I was on the floor kneeling and writing as fast as I could, because I saw this story within me unfolding in a very speedy way. God even works and inspires through a beer commercial. How do you like that? He uses whatever tool to drive home a point for us to learn from. On a bright morning, when the sun just stretched itself on the horizon, a cute little donkey was born in the barn on a distant farm. When the baby donkey opened his eyes, he beheld his mother ‘s most beautiful face smiling down on him. Mother was very proud of her offspring. She named him: Hugo. She said to the baby donkey : well, well now, don’t you look handsome son. In a few days the parents decided to show him off to the other animals. So the next day they took him out to see how the others would greet their new offspring. The idea was to get him used to the barn animals he would live with for the rest of his life and the sooner the better. Little Hugo walked out to greet the barn’s residents. He bowed his head and in a faint voice, said hello. He liked all what he saw and all the animals, but most of all he was very fascinated with a huge horse. He was so tall besides him, full of powerful muscles, ran fast as lightning, not like him and far more handsome than him. First he accepted all these differences, however later he questioned his mother why he can not do the same things like the horse? Hugo wanted to do all the things that the horse could do. To his sadness, he realized that he was only a little donkey and not a mighty horse. He tried to race with the horse to see if could win, but he lost the race. It was impossible to out run him, for he was faster than Hugo. He did his best to pull the heavy sacks of grains with the cart for the master, but somehow he was not built for such heavy work, so the horse won again. The horse made fun of him, laughed at him saying: you little thing want to compete with me, who am mighty and strong? Ha, ha, ha and left him in the barn. Big tear drops had rolled down Hugo’s cheeks. He was hurt to no end crying for awhile all by himself. Hugo’ s mother overheard what the horse said to her son and felt very bad for him. She knew in her heart that the horse was right what he said to Hugo, but how do you explain these matters to a young donkey who doesn’t know what life is all about? Well, she thought for a second or two, lo and behold she got enlightened and said to herself; I know what to say to my son! So off she went to comfort her son. When Hugo spotted her, he ran to her and with tears in his eyes he told her everything he went through. Mother rubbed her nose to his saying: my son, my son, why do you shed useless tears? You simply must accept who you are and leave it at that. Do the best and appreciate what you got. God created you for a special purpose and gave you a great grace, a gift you can not even comprehend. Pausing for a few seconds she went on saying; son, look upon my back and tell me what you see? Hugo said: I see a black Cross. She answered: well, do you know why we got that black Cross on our backs? Hugo said; no. She went on explaining; because on our backs Jesus and his mother Mary sat, while they were fleeing to Egypt in the middle of the night, so baby Jesus would not be killed. So, you see my son, God did not pick the mighty horse who ‘s got power and muscles, but chosen us, who were little and just His size. So, you see my dear, be content who you are and give thanks to God for what you got. Remember, never want what you can’t have. Instead, count your blessings, crave not what you can’t have. So Hugo wiped his tears and from that day forward he never bothered himself with what he couldn’t obtain. He counted himself highly blessed, because of the Cross on his back and was proud of his ancestors who carried Baby Jesus and mother Mary on their backs 2000 years ago. He was small, but strong and the horse could not do what he could. From that day forward he was a very useful, content little donkey and brought joy to his parents and his master as well.

Greetings from Beyond

This lady deserves this story, for she was a dear mother to all in Farmingdale. Often times people called her mother Teresa of Farmingdale. She was like a mother to me. When we moved to Farmingdale, she was the only one who welcomed me with open arms to St. Kilian’s church. She introduced me to certain prayer groups. My faith was enriched because of her.

Thank you .

Many years ago I knew a lady who was very active in the church. When I moved to Farmingdale N.Y., she was the first to greet me and welcome me into the church and community. She was older and very pleasant. Her voice was very soothing to ones ears and really never got tired listening to her. She was a lector, a prayer group leader and a mother to all who sought help from her , wether be the poor on the street or church goer, it did not matter to her. Unselfishly she would help. She was a retired nurse as well, so often times I needed urgent care, she would come to the house and gave me advice as well as a prayer along with a blessing, she would depart in all sweetness. As a European born lady, I was used to such thing, but here there was a totally different story. As some years went by, one day she popped the