27 August 2006
Campfire!
Awesome beyond the moon. Wow. No words, just this love. I learned, and now I love, and I will continue to love.
"And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love."
"Love never fails."
"Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
"putting on faith and love as a breastplate"
"They perish because they refused to love the truth and so be saved."
"May the Lord direct your hearts into God's love and Christ's perseverance."
12 August 2006
Just sitting here...hugging my teddy bear, drinking in this sweet, sweet feeling.
And here I thought it was going to be an average day.
The death of hope
It was deathly quiet. The grey, barren walls carried no shadows, no signs of life, no glimpses of the worlds contained in hearts unseen. Through large rooms and wide halls, there was nothing. A mouse skittered through a tiny hole in the wall, because finally, there was a sound. Giggling emerged from cupboard in the upstairs room.
"Ready or not, here I come!"
A little girl, no more than five, burst through the cupboard doors, delightful fear tingling down her spine at playing such a familiar game in such an unknown enviroment. She searched, and listened, and there was still only her.
"Ok, I give up, where are you!"
Silence.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Stop being funny, I can't find you!"
Silence.
"Ok, I'm leaving! Bye!"
The girl trotted down the stairs, and pushed open the door she thought led outside.
His cold eyes stared into hers, and for a few, brief moments, there was silence. Time blurred, and there was only them, looking at each other. The girl saw it, the world of pain and fear contained within that bitter heart. He saw only death. She screamed, and then she lay there, and there was silence. A stream of red trickled away from her, past the doorway, and beneath his feet.
The death of hope.