A few thoughts: It is no surprise that I have had this crazy dream of writing a book, and so, after another five years has gone by, I picked up where I left off. Eighteen pages already finished, and tonight, 859 words closer towards "The Goal. " I thought to keep this under wraps, but why cover it up with a bushel basket, right? Perhaps this is finally where I get off this insane merry-go-round, and start living the life I was meant to. As time goes on, I hope to know where this is going... Your words, and prayers are greatly appreciated. And so, a little teaser.
God Bless
WItt
In those quiet brief hours when dawn creates the illusion of a new day, the whole house seemed to breath a huge sigh of relief as the stress, and strain of a life lived in brief vignettes gives way to the only form of peace available, unconsciousness. Mother seemed to be the only inhabitant oblivious to the nightmares of loss, conviction, and longings of a son eager to claim his place upon the family mantel. Her only concerns were caring for those closest to her, and maintaining the semblance of a life she had known before all of the insanity began. Her strength came from the fact that faith in higher things overcomes all, carries on in spite of, and triumphs over evil. In her silent ways a household remains a safe haven, and a hope for those wanting desperately to come home again. Acceptance, and approval are mere testaments to the stubbornness of human beings placed in extraordinary circumstances. Life, in all its precious sates of mind, is based on love, and belief in something bigger than oneself. That no matter what, man can overcome when he does not cower inside himself, but rather, reaches up, and grasps the divine. Somehow, in those precious few moments, life returned to normal, but to Rosemary McBride, the heart of the matter lie in her ability to keep her family together as best she could, that no mater what, she would be there to bind all wounds, and keep the home-fires burning brightly; for there is nothing more profound in this world than a mother's love, and a God who inspires his children to be more than the sum of their earthly selves, to overcome any foe for freedom' s sake. In the end, that is all that matters when man has destroyed a place not meant for his eternal home.
God Bless
WItt
In those quiet brief hours when dawn creates the illusion of a new day, the whole house seemed to breath a huge sigh of relief as the stress, and strain of a life lived in brief vignettes gives way to the only form of peace available, unconsciousness. Mother seemed to be the only inhabitant oblivious to the nightmares of loss, conviction, and longings of a son eager to claim his place upon the family mantel. Her only concerns were caring for those closest to her, and maintaining the semblance of a life she had known before all of the insanity began. Her strength came from the fact that faith in higher things overcomes all, carries on in spite of, and triumphs over evil. In her silent ways a household remains a safe haven, and a hope for those wanting desperately to come home again. Acceptance, and approval are mere testaments to the stubbornness of human beings placed in extraordinary circumstances. Life, in all its precious sates of mind, is based on love, and belief in something bigger than oneself. That no matter what, man can overcome when he does not cower inside himself, but rather, reaches up, and grasps the divine. Somehow, in those precious few moments, life returned to normal, but to Rosemary McBride, the heart of the matter lie in her ability to keep her family together as best she could, that no mater what, she would be there to bind all wounds, and keep the home-fires burning brightly; for there is nothing more profound in this world than a mother's love, and a God who inspires his children to be more than the sum of their earthly selves, to overcome any foe for freedom' s sake. In the end, that is all that matters when man has destroyed a place not meant for his eternal home.
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