For some reason he could not open his eyes. It was the tug on his chest that woke him though. Someone or something was pulling on his left bicep.
“Hold still!” A woman’s voice pushed him back down again when he tried to sit up. He forced one eye open, but his head hurt so badly he passed out again. She must have pulled him away from the wolves, and she was stitching him up.
When he did awake he was inside the earth……wait no……he was in an earthen lodge. The wind outside told him they were in the middle of a tenacious storm. She offered him a bowl of something warm. All she said was, “Drink.” He did, and it was smooth warmth going down. He tasted honey among other things.
She looked at him with a knife in her hands. “I know you’re immune from the last disease unleashed, otherwise you wouldn’t be here….my name is Brie, and I think we should help each other…..but if you ever hurt me……you will be a dead man.” She meant it and he knew it. He tried to say he would never do such a thing…….
He noticed a youngster, maybe 3 years old playing behind her. She said, “His name is Jared, named after his father – long since passed away…..” So that was it, she was alone in the wilderness. And she was pregnant again. He did ask, and she was due in a couple of days. He shook his head that he understood.
“The drink will help you sleep……I’ll need your help in a few days, delivering.” He fell into a deep sleep……thinking that she was attractive, but he was worried about the knife……. at least he did know how a child is born……
This is a very special thank you because you are a very special group of readers, thank you!
And thank you to all those across the planet, that have been praying for and thinking some positive thoughts for my wife. The mass in her chest (inside her, not on her chest) is actually smaller now, due to treatment. Yay!!
We are in a waiting phase now, for maybe a month or two, to see how it looks through special scans. Then another decision will be made as to whether or not more treatments are needed.
We are so grateful for all of our friends here and for your prayers!!
You probably know that he was a prisoner of war in Vietnam. But did you know that he was in that prison for more than 5 years, and that he could have left sooner but he didn’t?
You see, his family secured his release after 2 years but he said no, he would not leave until the rest of the prisoners were also set free with him.
He was beaten and tortured so badly his arms were permanently damaged. For the rest of his life he could not raise them above his head. Yet it was here that he became a strong person of faith, often singing with other prisoners, quoting Bible verses they could remember, especially around Christmas time.
Eventually though, he not only survived but became a U.S. Senator for more than 30 years. He fought hard here too. He was tough, but he epitomized a leader that would work with the other side. He respected the opinions of others, and leaders that had different views.
He always put country first rather than party politics, even if it made him unpopular. And that’s what made him so different.
Perhaps we mourn for more than the hero
for what our country could be
for what it once was
made us lose our way.
A warrior, a fighter to the end. A true American hero. Rest in peace John McCain.
No this isn’t the title of a poem. Wait – I can try something here:
You broke into my heart, My Love, and took everything
leaving me nothing
except, pure gold.
I loved your burglary.
Actually this post is about our home being broken into. We were not home at the time, but the thieves did a smash and grab, through the back door, taking all of our computer equipment. The back door was mostly glass, and so glass was everywhere.
Thank God our dog was not hurt. She actually knew to stay out of the glass fragments, which seemed to be almost a powder. She was visibly shaken most of the night.
I’m actually proud of myself, for maneuvering and even posting, with a tablet. My photos are limited on this thing though. You may see alot of flowers for a few days!
We can see a lesson in this of not being too wrapped up in material possessions. We are thankful that we were not home at the time. The police tell us there is a gang of thieves hitting alot of homes in our area, and some attacks have come at night, when people are asleep in their beds!
We ask for your positive thoughts an prayers. It’s difficult to feel safe. I hardly slept last night.