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They both sat back and sighed. It had been a wonderful day but this was quickly becoming the best part. The heat seeped through her cup and her hands felt like they were thawing despite the nip in the air. His mind settled a bit as he watched her relax and smile. The car smelled like a familiar mix of their two scents and the car heater was finally warming up. They both felt the peace of the season more acutely than they had all day in the unwrapping and joking, noise and laughter. It was the perfect reset and quickly became their favorite Christmas tradition; a simple 10 minutes set aside for themselves. Enjoying a coffee and each other's company. A deep breath and a reset before jumping back into the fun and love of their families.
have you ever seen the commercial where that man with the mustache who used to be famous says "dia-beat-us"? my friend Joey and I saw it years ago and he used to say it in that same way at random times to make me laugh. it got funnier each time because inside jokes can be like that and anytime I hear the word I remember him fondly. My Dear Little Friend who had a knack for making jokes funnier by keeping them going for too long and who made me laugh harder than anyone.
he looked like an ancient deity, standing above her offering his hand. she wondered if he realized how others saw him. thinking of his self-conscious grin she figured he must not. for another surprised moment she was pulled outside of herself to realize that she was not the only one who underestimated themselves.
the look on his face was calm but his accomplishment was legendary. it would change the world. in her mind she saw it laid out before her; the tidal wave on the other side of the earth, washing over the corrupt elite in that city covered in filth. and it was no small sacrifice he had made. and yet. and yet his face looked bland and gave away nothing. she wondered what in his past had forced him to train his features to be so unchangeable. to give away nothing. it must have been a tidal wave in his own life that mirrored the one he had just unleashed on the world.
he hovered above her, completely invisible to her but very visible to the grotesque monster he was battling for her sake. Kean fought for His Father's child holding nothing back, his wings spread wide and his sword gleaming as he spun to block the path of claws and teeth. the air reeked of sulfur and the monster's yellow eyes flitted from him to the girl. Kean would not give up; he knew this demon was meant to distract and confuse her from his Father's purpose. it would cloud her mind with distractions and flood her with irrational emotions; anything to keep her from the truth she was about to uncover. a truth that would mean the leaps and bounds for her in her walk to their Father. out of the corner of his eye Kean saw the girl struggling and then he saw his triumph truly begin; the girl folded her hands and bowed her head, praying for God's presence. he felt the Holy Spirit in the room and his hands grew steadier. the monster quailed, immediately givin up the fight to run from the room. Kean gave chase with a song of praise on his lips.
he was just so...stressed. that was the truth. everything in his life seemed to draw worry, to frustrate him. what was he missing? and when would he get a break? life was so overwhelming. the only person he knew who seemed to have it together was Heather and she was so over the top. she was so perky it made his teeth grind...but, now that he thought about it, he didn't really have a reason to be upset at her just for being happy...she was always kind to him. so kind he had initially thought she was sucking up but she had never once asked him for anything. maybe there was something to the life she lived that made her so...peaceful.
the announcement fell to the floor. how could she? and so quickly after...he couldn't think about that. he had to finish the con, no matter what his feelings were. he could hide them. he had done it before. any sorrow he had felt for her involvement vanished. she had just made the job easier for him.
the stillness that brings the closest thing to absolute silence I've ever heard...
that's the stillness I was striving for in that moment.
I wanted to feel that silence once again.
I wanted to feel a stillness so deep that it reached my soul.
I wanted to hear a silence that reached my thoughts, if only for a minute.
I needed that.
I needed some kind of peace.
please be my salvation
salvation from what?
from me mostly.
I am my biggest disappointment, my biggest hurdle...
I have to overcome Me all by myself but that doesn't mean you can't help...
just take my hand and support me when I'm ready to fall
and, most importantly, remind me to keep fighting
and I know I can do this.
the hinges squeaked as I slowly opened the door, afraid to see what was inside. I don't know what I expected to see that scared me so, but my imagination must have been in overdrive because my heart was beating like the drums in a hard rock song.
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