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class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Questions extravasate spontaneously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Unveiled sentiments expressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Postulations excogitated passionately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Theories exchanged with intention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;An intermingling of consciousness explored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Assumptions examined methodically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Tough surmises exude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;A large pillar of ideas expectantly arise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;As persuasions expertly manipulate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Minds excitedly await the implantation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;By means of hypotheses extrapolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;A universe of imaginations expanded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Created scenarios exquisite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Introduced as exemplary tête-à-têtes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Fearless experience perceptibly delicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Abstract reasons exacted on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Neurons explicably exhausted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Breathless excitement induced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Anecdotes extemporaneously recorded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Proposals extend the conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Interest swells exponentially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Till auspicious extraction is inevitable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;A concept builds and cascades explosively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Ninety days ago, I married my favorite man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;My husband and I have lived two of the first three months of our marriage while 8,000+ miles and 12 time zones apart. A long distance relationship comes with a unique set of adventures; but as my husband puts it: if you really want to make something work, you can make it work. We’ve heard from the naysayers and the negative Nellys; but we’ve also gotten input from the encouragers and the positive Pollys; we have chosen to politely listen to the former but only receive and breathe in the life-giving words of the latter. We have decided to carefully choose who we allow to speak into our lives and our marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;Our 90-day-old marriage has revealed how the safe enviroment we’ve created for each other has strengthened our bond. It allows the expression of thoughts and emotions without fear of being judged; a haven where your plans, goals, or dreams are not shot down by criticism;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;an oasis where gratitude and appreciation are generously articulated; and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;a sanctuary where you can have your fill of kind, encouraging, and sweet words that could recharge a weary soul. It does wonders to a couple’s intimacy, deepens trust, and communicates love and respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;It taught me not to take anything for granted; to treasure every phone conversation, every video call, every text message, every social media post, every affectionate word, every humorous exchange, every serious discussion, every virtual hug or kiss, every online date night, and every minute spent together either reading a book, binging on a Netflix show, or the snippets of opportunity to admire and be thankful for the man I married as he drives to work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;It also taught me that though we are not physically together (yet), we can find creative ways to serve each other and meet each other’s needs. We have utilized all the tools we have at our disposal: social media, the Internet, tech devices, courier services, and prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;What you get out of marriage is what you put into it. You reap what you sow. &amp;nbsp;As Jesus said, &lt;i&gt;“Give and it will be given to you: good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you.” (Luke 6:38)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;A great marriage does not hinge on having an ideal set of circumstances but on the commitment of two people who are determined to have one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;——-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;To My Favorite Man,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 22px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I absolutely love being your wife. I wake up every day and go to bed thanking God for you. I am looking forward to the day when we could do life together, in person. They say the goal of marriage is not to make one happy but holy, and I agree; but the fact is I am happy and you play a huge part in that. Thank you for loving me the way that you do.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;😘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/8143175961837003456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2021/10/ninety.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/8143175961837003456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/8143175961837003456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2021/10/ninety.html' title='Ninety'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-3915563115954482514</id><published>2021-10-09T15:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2026-03-25T17:04:28.541-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><title type='text'>Roles in Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two of our principal sponsors from the wedding, Tito Gus and Tita Doods, taught a lesson on the roles of husband and wife in marriage. The list they provided is insightful and beneficial for couples regardless of how long they’ve been together. I transcribed that session here for those who prefer to read rather than watch the &lt;a href=&quot;https://fb.watch/8xDZFsxqKx/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;video posted on Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;——-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;God designed marriage and he designed the roles in it. For a marriage to function as God intended, we must first understand these roles and then apply them in our own marriage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A husband’s role is to be the…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;REASSURER&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;A wife needs to be loved and cherished. She needs to feel secure and confident in her husband’s love. So she needs to be reassured of this often, verbally spoken and shown in action. This love makes her feel valued and worthy. So, husband’s say I love you often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEADER&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Final leadership responsibility lies with the husband. He must exercise in love the authority given to him. This brings stability to the family. The husband must the example of standing firm despite the circumstances around him. He must also receive Godly counsel and must recognize also the wisdom from his wife.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;PROVIDER&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Husbands are to provide not just the physical needs of their wives and family but also for the spiritual needs. This is God’s intention. The husband is to define and make clear what Kingdom living is about. He is to be the primary source of Gospel teaching to the family. He is instrumental in bringing each family member to a saving knowledge of God and to a fullness in the Spirit. Drawing from the example of Jesus, the husband must give Godly purpose to the lives of the wife and family. Counsel and direction is given in the light of the spiritual purpose of each situation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXAMPLE OF GOD’S HEART.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;God’s heart is always for reconciliation and restoration and the husband must demonstrate this to the family. This includes forgiving, serving, and healing. He’s to be quick and constant in forgiveness. It does not depend on the wife’s or the children’s repentance. This is because Jesus forgave before He was even asked. The husband is to be the instrument of God’s healing just as Jesus was. Therefore he must step out boldly in these areas to minister to the family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVER AND PROTECTOR.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;What does loving your wife as Jesus loves the church mean? Loving means being sensitive to her needs: spirit, soul, and body.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;When the spirit says she needs comfort, then comfort her. Minister from the Word, respond to the wife with empathy, be able to understand and making her able to share her feelings. Wives need to know they are covered by their husbands. Prevent her from feeling abandoned or alone by showing you are protecting her. As a lover be gentle and and steadfast so physical love is able to minister to her needs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXAMPLE OF GOD’S SOVEREIGNTY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Like Jesus, he must take a firm, uncompromising stand against sin even when it might be easier to look the other way. As a disciplinarian he must hate the sin but love the sinner. The husband must be vigilant to keel the family’s relationship with the Lord on course. He must be able to correct areas needing correction. His exhortation must be mixed with love and encouragement. Harsh words can crush a spirit. He must edify and lift up as he charges excellence in the family. He must remember to respect and honor God-given authority if he expects his own authority to be respected.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;INTERCESSOR AND WARRIOR.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;As Jesus constantly intercedes for the church, he’s responsible for spiritual warfare&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;on behalf of the family and he must let them know he’s praying for them. He must take authority over the spirits of darkness that comes against the family. God has given him the ability to be spirit-led in his discrernment of enemy activity. He will also enable the husband to discern fleshly motives in family members and others that may affect the family. The husband must call on God for wisdom in dealing in these areas and use the authority God has given him over the enemy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A wife’s role is to be the…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUPPORTER&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Husbands need to be respected and honored. God has given men the desire to conquer. So when a wife is supportive, he is more willing to step out. Criticism keeps a man from going forth with boldness. So a wife must respect the authority God has placed in him. She must support him in decision-making. Also, she must never take sides with the children against him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;HELPER&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Helper comes from the Hebrew word ‘to surround’. This role is not a secondary one but a vital one of surrounding a husband with support, exhortation, and comfort when needed. This is making available to the husband all the Godly qualities placed within the wife to enable the husband to lead as he has been directed. This also helps him to develop into the Godly man he is called to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ADMINISTRATOR&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;A skillful and Godly administrator can increase and multiply that which the husband provides. She can be led by the spirit to wisely invest that which is saved so this can produce even more. As she spends time with the Lord and His word and as she seeks His face, He will instruct her regarding the prosperity of the home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;REFLECTION OF GOD’S LOVE.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Wives always have the opportunity to minister God’s love in the home and outside. Caring for the husband and the family must be a joy and reflect the attitude of a servant. She must be quick to forgive and not make a record of wrongs. Where does she draw strength for this? The enablement comes from the word of God. She must remember that her words carry the power of life or death. Words spoken must be to nurture and to love and never to destroy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVER AND COMPANION.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Her first ministry is to her husband. When she does other ministries, she must be sure of God’s plan for her and that she should never neglect to minister to her husband first and then to the family. To remain well-kept and pleasing in appearance is an honor to him. The wife must show that she honors and respects her husband by giving compliments, admiring, and appreciating who he is and what he does. She must ask God to teach her to be the physical lover that her husband desires.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;REFLECTION OF GOD’S CREATIVITY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;She must not compare herself to others but rather allow God to develop within her what is uniquely her. As she reflects a specific aspect of God’s personality, the ministry flowing from it will reveal this to others. As a couple, the husband and wife must flow in harmony even if they are working or ministering separately.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;INTERCESSOR AND DISCERNER.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;When a Godly wife intercedes for her husband, her children, and her grandchildren, she gains assurance of God’s hand in their lives. She has no fear of adversity for she exercises her authority iver the enemy in the name of Jesus. She is her husband’s chief intercessor. She is to be open to direction from the Holy Spirit during the day to alert him to his prayer needs. There is no fear over the work of the enemy in the lives of the family when she is alert to such attacks. The wife must allow the Holy Spirit to develop His discernment within her and to clothe her with the wisdom of God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Husband’s and wives, please keep in mind that this lesson discusses your responsibility to God, not your spouse’s responsibility to you. Refrain from criticizing your spouse. Remain in faith regarding what the word says about your spouse. We must agree with God and His Word not what the enemy says. This lesson is about dual responsibility. If you are far from fulfilling your role, trust in the Lord to bring you into the fullness of it. Never receive condemnation. 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But it was not until I got married that I completely appreciated the full weight and intensity of that power. Marriage is the most intimate human relationship and the words you choose to utilize within it is transformative.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;One night, my husband and I dined out with my parents, sisters, and in-laws. The food I ordered tasted horrible and I felt compelled to throw up as a result. I didn’t say anything at the dinner table for three reasons: I didn’t want to ruin everyone else’s appetite, I didn’t want to sound like I was complaining, and it wouldn’t have changed the fact that my food tasted horrible. So I kept quiet and focused on enjoying the banter that was happening around us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;On the drive home, my perceptive husband noticed my silence and asked, “Love, are you okay?” in the sweetest, gentlest, most tender way possible that my heart just melted. Before we left the restaurant, I was already over the fact that I didn’t enjoy my dinner; I was already okay. But even if I weren’t, his words and the way he said it would’ve made me okay in a nanosecond.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;In a marriage, words could be as powerful as your actions, behavior, or body language. Actions without words can usually communicate love resoundingly. My husband, M, doesn’t need to tell me he loves me; he shows it and makes me feel it every day. But when he says the actual words, it hits differently. As M puts it, words enhance the actions. If actions are steak, words are the sauce/gravy. They’re the ketchup on fries, or to use a more common analogy, icing on the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I love how Mike hugs me and cuddles or lies very close to me when we sleep. I love how he holds my hand while walking or driving or when he kisses me on the forehead or lips or hand. I love how he smiles or gives me knowing looks across the table when we’re having dinner in a restaurant. I love how he lets me walk on the side of the road closer to the curb away from the passing cars. I love how he lets me sit on the side of the table with the better view or where the sun won’t bother my eyes. I love how he makes time to hang out or connect with me every day — even though we could only do it online for now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love how he slows his pace when we’re walking down stairs or hills because he knows it’s challenging for me. I love how he watches TV shows and movies or reads books with me. I love how he hangs out quietly with me in the room or on the beach or take hikes up the mountains. I love how he takes photos/videos of our travels and compiles them for YouTube or TikTok. I love how he takes me to get massages or to a salon to get our nails done together or get a foot spa. I love how he carries the heavy grocery bags or tastes the food first (because I’m a picky eater). I love how he’s sensitive to my needs and considers how his actions might affect me or how they would make me feel. I love it when he helps me make a decision about any minor or major thing with his ability to offer a different perspective and good judgment. I love it when he prioritizes me (next to God of course), our time together, and in making our marriage work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;But I also love it — in a way that makes me giddy like a teenager — when he calls me ‘my pretty wife’ or ‘dear’ or ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’ or ‘love’.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love it when he writes sweet articles on his blog, posts endearing messages on social media or compile delightful missives in a notebook. I love it when he texts me ‘good morning’ or ‘good evening’ or ‘be safe’ or when he sends text messages that make me smile, laugh, or blush. I love it when he says ‘thank you, Love’ every time I make him coffee or buy him a gift or drive for him or compliment him. I love it when he tells me about his day and how he feels about certain things. I love it when he tells me stories about his childhood or his travel adventures. I love it when he confides in me and shares his struggles, dilemmas, and uncertainties. I love it when he asks me how I am or how my day went. I love it when he asks me if I’m okay or whether I slept well. I love it when says ‘good job’ when I accomplish something — even something as trivial as make up my own joke. I love it when he shares his plans for the next day or his dreams and how he envisions our future. I love it when he prays, ‘Father, bless my beloved wife’. I love it when he says ‘you’re the only one I want to be with’ or ‘I’ll be thinking of you’ or when he says ‘I love you’ in a singularly charming manner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Words, I think, are essential. It’s the difference between a good marriage and an amazing one. If your husband makes you coffee every morning or does the dishes or makes the bed, you would feel the love; but there’s something about an ‘I love you’ whispered in your ear that’s absolutely magical.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I have only been married for 73 days and what I know is based on those few days and a handful of books from our marriage preparation course; but I wonder if one of the reasons marriages go downhill after 10, 15, or 20 years is couples have taken for granted the importance and power of using words to express their gratitude, love, and appreciation for one another? Could it be because they felt it no longer necessary since they’ve been together for so long they know their spouse knows even without it being said? And could it be that when they do use words they choose the ones that criticize instead of build their partner up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Every marriage tells a story. It could sound as beautiful as a ‘Good night, Darling. I love you’ right before you go to bed or as endearing as a ‘Good morning, Sweetheart’ when you open your eyes. How does yours sound like?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/9113392345505533363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2021/10/how-does-it-sound.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/9113392345505533363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/9113392345505533363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2021/10/how-does-it-sound.html' title='How Does It Sound?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD8pzCRFNt9nEnT4uVq6SS6edep0s05eaJWCQY5gZuenjVEz0EgyCgMa0o0d-eA32POzGKhLQjmFEz1Gld7CoXCuJwHTTrirCRzpnePARpZPi0ub7zgDhkvQLwZH2OmrO-jOSpVK3oMeZH/s72-w400-h283-c/853328F7-6365-4036-AA8A-625EA1243DA3.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-8671906921110674283</id><published>2021-10-08T13:06:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2026-03-25T17:04:49.777-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wedding"/><title type='text'>To Lead and Love, To Serve and Submit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Our wedding on July 27 was a feast for someone who loves words — especially encouraging ones. From our pastor’s exhortation to all the speeches from friends and family, Mike and I were moved and our hearts were filled with such gratitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I rewatched the wedding highlights put together by our videographers and thought I should transcribe some of those beautiful messages, starting with the words spoken by Pastor Joseph Disarno. I hope you’ll be blessed by it as much as Mike and I have been.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;———&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mike, the Bible exhorts you to love your wife as Christ loves the church. And I want you to know that is not an easy thing to be demanded of you. Because Christ loved the church enough to give His life and die for us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;As a husband and leader of a family to come — at least the two of you are gonna make a new family — you are called to be a leader and a lover and you must be both of those things. To just be a leader is not enough because some leaders are everything but kind and gentle and loving. It’s not enough just to be a lover because some lovers will never lead you in a correct way. So God is calling you to be both: a leader and a lover of a new family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;As a lover, it’s more than just the romance, especially of your first years. It’s a love that gives. It’s a love that prefers your partner above yourself. And many men do not learn that. They think that the wife is just there to serve them. They don’t understand that you’re to serve one another; that it’s a mutual service. But I wanna tell you there is such a positivity about serving one another because as you give in service, you sow a seed and it comes back to you more and blessed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, Mike, I know that you are going to be a good husband. And I know that you are a kind and a gentle man that will lead Jucy in the way that you believe God is calling you to go. You’re both Christians for many, many years and your life is not just about choices, it’s about hearing from the Lord and then choosing His choice. So I don’t know what your future holds; I know that you have some feelings to do missions work and I pray that that would really come to pass and it will come to pass sooner rather than later. You are not just going to need to lead your wife, and if the Lord blesses you with children, I believe you are also gonna lead in the church as you have been.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jucy, you are called to your husband to honor and obey him and to submit to him; and for me you get the easier part. Because when you submit to somebody, you say ‘okay, I’m gonna obey but it’s on you’. Basically that’s what you’re saying. You know, if you disagree as a good woman and a woman of God you should talk to your husband — Mike, your best counselor will always be your wife; but you know as a leader you listen, but you don’t always… you don’t have to act on what they tell you, you have to decide.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;So, Jucy, for me it’s easier to say ‘I will submit to you, I’ve told you what I feel, and now I will lay down my prerogatives and follow you’. And who knows what that will end up being, where you will follow him. But I know you have lived a life as an expat for so many years, that you’re used to living away from loved ones and families and suffering loneliness — like, I understand you because Doreen and I have been doing it for a very long time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/8671906921110674283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2021/10/to-lead-and-love-to-serve-and-submit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/8671906921110674283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/8671906921110674283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2021/10/to-lead-and-love-to-serve-and-submit.html' title='To Lead and Love, To Serve and Submit'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-2799257585267833604</id><published>2021-09-16T23:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2026-03-25T17:05:02.795-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vows"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wedding"/><title type='text'>I Do, I Will</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;I’ve heard about brides stressing over the preparations for their wedding day; of grooms passively saying yes to however their wives-to-be pictured their special day; of fancy preparations from save the dates to engagement parties, prenuptial shoots, and elaborate rehearsal dinners; of over-the-top wedding programs, expensive bouquets, flower arrangements, and bridal gowns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p3&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;Mike and I wanted none of that. We both pictured a no-frills wedding by the beach with the people closest to our hearts. We planned every detail of it TOGETHER, and we got exactly what we wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p3&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;It was a beautiful day for a wedding. Windy with a few scattered clouds and the sun slightly hidden among them. Mike and I were thrilled that it didn’t rain and we got the outdoor wedding we pictured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p3&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;We had a laid back ceremony as well where we got to say our personalized vows.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://notyourtypicalpastor.blogspot.com/2021/09/we-got-married.html?m=1&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Mike posted his vows on his blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and here’s mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p3&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p3&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;—————&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I DO, I WILL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p3&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mike, when I say I do,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I mean&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;that by God&#39;s grace…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will be patient in every storm, valley, or mountain we face together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will use kind words in gentle tones even when we don&#39;t agree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p3&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do means that by God&#39;s grace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will treat you as an ally, not the competition&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will be with you and stand by you, not against you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p3&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do means that by God&#39;s grace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will honor, respect, and submit to you and the authority God has given you as the head of our family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will trust and defer to His leading over your life and ours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p3&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do means that by God&#39;s grace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will choose to forgive and assume the best about you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will keep a record of every good thing and not bring up what has already been forgiven&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p3&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do means that by God&#39;s grace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will be honest with you about my thoughts and emotions while considering your own&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will delight in what is lovely, admirable, excellent, and praiseworthy about you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p3&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do means that by God&#39;s grace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will pray for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will trust that it was God who has gotten us this far and He will take us the rest of the way&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p3&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do means that by God&#39;s grace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s2&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will be by your side&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; 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style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 17px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Of all the weddings I attended, ours just happened to be the windiest. The event coordinators had to be creative about keeping all the flowers and decorations in place. The video team tried their best to capture our voices over the din of the howling wind. The photographers risked their safety — as they stood on the big rocks by the cliffside — to document all of our precious moments. The guests struggled to keep their eyes and ears open against the relentless gale. In short, it was #NotYourTypicalWedding; so atypical it was perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;I stood in that gazebo, next to the most important man in my life, and marveled at how it all came together in the most exciting way possible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;When I went home to Cebu during the spring break (late March and early April 2021), Mike and I agreed to do the wedding on July 27, 2021 — not minding that it was only 3 months away and that we’d be 8,000+ miles apart while we make all the arrangements. Thankfully, Mike and I both shared the same vision of how we wanted our wedding to look like and were able to put in place most of the major pieces —&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-converted-space&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;wedding and reception venues, photographer/videographer, wedding coordinator, electronic invitations — on the last week of my vacation. We even bought the rings (at a great price!) a few days before I flew back to New York.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;When I returned to my apartment in Queens, I immediately booked my flight for June 19 since I need to be back in Cebu at least a month before the wedding to apply for the marriage license in person. On May 25, I received an email from EVA Air stating that they cancelled my June 19 flight because the Philippine government was limiting the number of arriving international passengers to 300 per day. They said they would rebook my flight to June 29 instead. That news would’ve made me anxious had it not been for Mike’s voice in my head saying ‘favor every step of the way’ and God assuring me that everything will be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;I agreed to EVA Air’s suggestion to rebook my JFK-TPE-CEB flight to June 29 despite it not being ideal because should the 10-day hotel quarantine (plus an additional 4-day home quarantine) be implemented in Cebu, Mike and I won’t be able to apply for the marriage license until July 14. Since the license has a 10-day processing time, that would be cutting it way too close; it wouldn’t have given us enough time to deal with surprises.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;I looked for other possible flights and the only available ones were EVA Air’s LAX-TPE-CEB on June 22 and Cathay Pacific’s JFK-HKG-CEB on June 17. I booked the June 22 flight without hesitation and kept June 29 as a buffer just in case June 22 gets cancelled. I did not even initially consider booking the Cathay Pacific flight because it was priced at almost 5,000 dollars and I thought it was an outrageous amount for an economy seat. However, when I presented all the options to Mike, he suggested that I book the Cathay Pacific one as well just to be sure. Besides, even if we did end up paying that much for a plane ticket, it would be justifiable because I was going home for a very special reason under really tricky circumstances. I’m glad I listened to him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;On May 27, we received news that the President of the Philippines ordered all international flights to Cebu to be diverted to Manila from May 29 to June 8 in order to send a message to Cebu’s governor who issued an executive order that international travelers would only be required to quarantine for a day or two in a hotel to wait for the results of the RT-PCR test that was to be administered on the day of arrival. This differed greatly from the national policy that mandated a 10-day hotel quarantine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;On June 8, the flight diversions from Cebu to Manila was extended to June 12 because Governor Garcia and her constituents staunchly defended their position. I was again tempted to wring my hands in anxiety but Mike’s wise words — ‘favor every step of the way’ — kept me calm. God’s gotten us through worse things in 2020 and we both knew He’ll do it again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;On June 12, the national government gave Gov. Garcia a chance to present her case and that gave us a window of time. Mike and I decided that I should just fly on June 17 to take advantage of that window because the situation was so volatile and unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;When I arrived in Cebu on June 18, Gov. Garcia’s EO was still in effect so I was tested for COVID that same day and was told that when I get a negative result in the next day or two, I would be released from quarantine and I could go home to my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;The following day, I woke up early to check whether the Bureau of Quarantine emailed me the RT-PCR test result. Nothing. I checked every hour until 12 noon. Nothing. I decided to take a nap after talking to Mike and resigned myself to the thought that I probably wouldn’t get the result till evening or perhaps the next day. At around 3:00 pm, I was awakened by a text from my mom asking me how I was. After I replied to her text, I thought about checking my email for the results; but I talked myself out of it and tried to go back to sleep because I didn’t want to be disappointed. But a voice in my head kept me up and said that since I was already awake, might as well check my inbox. I was thrilled that I did because I got the result and it was negative.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;The next thing I did was call Mike and told him the good news. He just got out of the shower and said he was gonna go straight to the quarantine hotel to pick me up. Next, I called the hotel’s reception clerk to tell them I got the result and was checking out that same day. I immediately started to get my stuff together while video chatting with Mike. A few minutes later, I received a call from the receptionist asking me if the person who was gonna pick me up was close. I told them he was an hour away. They said I don’t have an hour. The order from the national government just came in and the 10-day quarantine was to be implemented in Cebu as well. They went on to say that if I didn’t want that order to affect me, I needed to check out ASAP because the police and national army were on their way to all the quarantine hotels in Cebu to implement the President’s orders.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;I called Mike and told him the news, dragged my bags from the 7th floor to the lobby, checked out and decided to wait for Mike outside the hotel. When I called him again to let him know I was ready, he advised me to wait somewhere far from the hotel because my presence outside the premises would raise questions. So I dragged my two extra large luggages on unpaved ground for 5 minutes to a restaurant that was two blocks away and waited for Mike there. Whew! It was like a scene from Mission Impossible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Yes, it all came together in the most exciting and unexpected yet beautiful ways. It had God’s favor stamped all over it. Had I not taken the June 17 Cathay Pacific flight, I probably wouldn’t have made it to my own wedding because the June 22 and June 29 flights I booked as buffers were cancelled by EVA Air because Taipei banned all transit passengers from entering the country due to rising COVID cases; and Philippine Airlines and others didn’t have available flights.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Had I not checked my email at the time I did, I wouldn’t have checked out of the hotel in time and my quarantine would’ve been extended to 10 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Had our wedding not happened on July 27 and postponed till August, my parents, niece, nephews, as well as most of our guests wouldn’t have been able to attend because Cebu was classified under Modified Enhanced Community Quarantine (level 3) from Aug. 1 to Sept. 7 and gatherings were limited to 10 people only and individuals older than 65 and younger than 18 were mandated to stay home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;Had it not been a windy day, the sun would’ve been scorching hot — tropical summers could be intense! But the strong breeze cooled everyone and it made for great special effects. It was indeed a winsome windy wedding; and I love how my husband Mike put it: since the Holy Spirit is often likened to the wind in the Bible, it was as though God wanted to manifest His presence that day. He couldn’t have put it any better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;When God wills it, nothing can stop it. His favor was what we counted on and He gave it to us every step of the way. It was definitely #NotYourTypicalWedding; so atypical it was perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; font-width: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/1581719311670492563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2021/09/a-windy-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/1581719311670492563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/1581719311670492563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2021/09/a-windy-wedding.html' title='A Windy Wedding'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-4937244314551358542</id><published>2021-04-28T14:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2021-04-28T14:47:43.630-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing challenge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Prompts"/><title type='text'>Wiggle and Whir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPDybdbUJgxMCVwaYTE38RobyfZqYDxDMGpH0or0IyXchyphenhyphenrFgve15wVCZUQI3uVrYkgvwiwsE6-rIHoOgbXj9T7QMKme2pCWo4ftWue_4e3JrtsfxZRilSVeqXrUNkswepsiCVztSUHHc/s512/unnamed.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;512&quot; data-original-width=&quot;512&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPDybdbUJgxMCVwaYTE38RobyfZqYDxDMGpH0or0IyXchyphenhyphenrFgve15wVCZUQI3uVrYkgvwiwsE6-rIHoOgbXj9T7QMKme2pCWo4ftWue_4e3JrtsfxZRilSVeqXrUNkswepsiCVztSUHHc/w320-h320/unnamed.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The air around it sizzled and was charged with the fear and anxiety that radiated from the onlookers who were regarding it with a wariness that bordered on paranoia. Its nondescript appearance would not warrant a second look from a casual observer. A generation ago, it would have sat there unnoticed and undisturbed for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A woman in her mid-thirties approached the object with a look of determination and purpose. She stared at it as though sizing up an enemy. She reached inside her pocket and retrieved a cellphone. She proceeded to take pictures of the object that was lying on the floor of the 42nd street subway station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Aboveground, a ten-block radius was cleared of pedestrians and vehicles. The average New Yorker who took that route every morning is unaware that the inconvenience of getting stuck in the heavy traffic caused by the rerouting is due to that black and yellow object that no one dared touch… except by one brave individual who was making a cautious approach towards it as though it will come alive and pounce at her at any moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;She pulled out a pair of gloves without taking her eyes off that chunk of leather that housed God-knows-what. This was her first day at work and she tried to recall what she learned during the months of grueling training: her life and future are hinged on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Deputy, have you seen what’s inside?” a deep voice on the radio that was tucked in the front pocket of her uniform asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“I am about to. Stay on the line,” the deputy replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;One step, two steps, three steps… the closer she got the louder her heart thumped. Beads of perspiration appeared on her forehead and she could almost hear the ticking of the second hand on her wrist watch. The crowd that gathered earlier were dispersed by several national guards and all who were left in the immediate vicinity seemed to have been glued frozen to their spots. No one else attempted to move, much less breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;As the deputy reached to touch the object, she felt a vibration coming from within. She pressed her ears closer to it and tried to identify its contents by the sounds emanating from it; but other than the steady and slow whirring that she felt through the fabric of the backpack, there were no other telltale signs that revealed what was inside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;She pulled up the zipper an inch and positioned her nose close to the small opening. She noted a hint of a salami-like scent, a whiff of peanut butter, and stale milk. None of which provided clues as to what the vibrating thing inside was. She pulled the zipper some more until she could see the interior of the backpack. The whirring grew louder, her heart beat stronger, her hands grew clammier…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;She opened the backpack wider and she was both surprised and relieved by what she saw: a turtle-shaped hand-held massager that was turned on to full speed, a day-old sandwich and a half-spilled bottle of milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The bomb scare was a false alarm; but in a post-911 world, every threat was taken seriously. The squad was recalled back to their offices carrying the backpack that put an entire neighborhood on edge. The deputy who prepared herself to diffuse a bomb that day said a little prayer of thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/4937244314551358542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2021/04/wiggle-and-whir.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/4937244314551358542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/4937244314551358542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2021/04/wiggle-and-whir.html' title='Wiggle and Whir'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPDybdbUJgxMCVwaYTE38RobyfZqYDxDMGpH0or0IyXchyphenhyphenrFgve15wVCZUQI3uVrYkgvwiwsE6-rIHoOgbXj9T7QMKme2pCWo4ftWue_4e3JrtsfxZRilSVeqXrUNkswepsiCVztSUHHc/s72-w320-h320-c/unnamed.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-6145792957889840080</id><published>2021-02-22T19:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2021-02-22T19:51:53.430-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Chosen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing challenge"/><title type='text'>As Someone Else</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxlqDq18PY_3vIzyhSNcEzmffgdnf_p_zss1A4s9MDBHc7cHPK6s1gTvhOiBRf_SdeQkspmfQ8GJKh2RPaY1QCPQ_9ZVUeprcZuDfsfqiFE8moK3SwSmBIHQRjBInZsg42cTqkktBZrJm/s2048/IMG_7159.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1536&quot; data-original-width=&quot;2048&quot; height=&quot;480&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxlqDq18PY_3vIzyhSNcEzmffgdnf_p_zss1A4s9MDBHc7cHPK6s1gTvhOiBRf_SdeQkspmfQ8GJKh2RPaY1QCPQ_9ZVUeprcZuDfsfqiFE8moK3SwSmBIHQRjBInZsg42cTqkktBZrJm/w640-h480/IMG_7159.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes I feel like I’m living someone else’s life. Like when I look at myself from the outside, it doesn’t always feel like me. It feels like someone who’s trying to live up to the heroes of our history... as if I have to do something great... but I know I’m not great. I feel that more... now... being with Him. (Andrew, The Chosen)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;At a table reading of the script for the second season of the television series, The Chosen, Noah James—who plays Andrew, one of Jesus’ disciples—read the lines above. When he said them, I heard echoes of it in my own life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The allure of greatness has not eluded anyone. Many, myself included, have at some point attempted to do significant things that would give them a preeminence akin to the good men and women written about in the Bible or the prominent individuals in contemporary history or the role models of our time. We study renowned personalities who’ve had exemplary achievements and made a difference during their lifetimes. We longed to follow in their steps and do similar exploits in order to leave the world a much better place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;These are not corrupt desires. We were created in the image and likeness of God, the longing for greatness is in our DNA; we were meant to be the head and not the tail. &lt;i&gt;[Then God said, “Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps over the earth.” Genesis 1:6]&lt;/i&gt; What messes us up is our definition of ‘greatness’ that deviates from God’s perspective of it (and the motivations with which we want to attain it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Andrew’s words reveal that he thought greatness was to ‘live up to the heroes of our history’ by doing ‘something great’—Noah built an ark, Abraham was commended by God for his faith, Joseph saved the nation from a famine, Moses liberated the Israelites from oppression, Gideon routed the enemies of Israel in battle, David defeated Goliath, Solomon built a temple for God—and saw those deeds as something to aim for. As such, he must’ve felt the weight of those high expectations squarely on his shoulders; not unlike us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Most of us (or all of us?) were taught at home and in school, as children, to strive for excellence. In church, we were exhorted to find our purpose and do great things for God. In our careers, we were expected to advance and attain the pinnacle of achievement. This is a direct result of how modern society defines greatness: as a superiority of skill, talent, personality, and intellect—Shakespeare impacted cultures around the world with his literary genius, Martin Luther reformed the church, Albert Einstein revolutionized modern physics, and Bill Gates is one of the richest man in the world for being ‘a leading force in the development of the home computer revolution’. The lesson we take home, inevitably, is that if we are not like these men and don&#39;t possess their qualities, we are not great; and because we are not great, we can&#39;t do great things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The problem with Andrew’s and modern society’s definition of greatness is its smallness; the irony! Our myopic interpretation has only allowed us to view it through the lens of our own inadequacies. God, however, defines greatness in this manner: “&lt;i&gt;...whoever wishes to be great among you must be your servant, and whoever desires to be first among you must be your slave; just as the Son of Man came not to be waited on but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many...” (Matthew 20:26-28)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;When we follow the world’s standards instead of God’s, it often leads to a treacherous path we have no business trudging on. In Andrew’s case, it led him to a crisis of identity. Was what he aiming for what he wanted to do with his life? Or were they born out of the expectations placed upon him? Were his beliefs really what he believed in or did he believe in them because that’s what everyone else believed? Don’t we feel the same way at times? I certainly have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;We get lost in our goals, our dreams, and ambitions that when we reach the other side, we question if it’s what we wanted all along and rue who we have become in the process. Sometimes we go as far as hinging our worth based on how our journey towards ‘greatness’ is going, how we measure up with others, and criticizing ourselves for not meeting society’s expectations. This is largely due to the reality that we think our ability (or inability) to do something phenomenal and noteworthy that leaves a legacy for the world to benefit from is directly correlated to our emotional and intelligence quotients, people skills, leadership, business acumen, etc. We think that it all depends on our own strength. Hubris! Unbeknownst to us, we allow those thoughts to shape our identities outside of who we should be. As a result, like Andrew, we feel we are ‘living someone else’s life’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Andrew already knew that he wasn’t great, based on the world’s definition of greatness, and it made him feel like an impostor in his own life. But when he started hanging out with Jesus, saw the miracles, and listened to his words, I think Andrew recognized something in Jesus and it made him feel more of a fraud. Being in close proximity with the Light of the World does that, doesn’t it? He shines brightly on our weaknesses and exposes our dire need for a Savior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/6145792957889840080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2021/02/as-someone-else.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/6145792957889840080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/6145792957889840080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2021/02/as-someone-else.html' title='As Someone Else'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMxlqDq18PY_3vIzyhSNcEzmffgdnf_p_zss1A4s9MDBHc7cHPK6s1gTvhOiBRf_SdeQkspmfQ8GJKh2RPaY1QCPQ_9ZVUeprcZuDfsfqiFE8moK3SwSmBIHQRjBInZsg42cTqkktBZrJm/s72-w640-h480-c/IMG_7159.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-5569333522636871134</id><published>2020-10-27T06:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2020-10-27T06:38:08.704-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><title type='text'>10/10,000,000 Things I Love About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fCX5rAK3j5dWWLrAob5rbDoNvcDFvGzQpDvRcJWLfnKhLIjMnkR8f3iDdAe9x0JJH0W4o13MiqjCT77qUcNh-uh-t9Ige8Sp04jNegKxf6eu0Q7foFWFU0QCpb7glnZQgOKQVBNEHDuQ/s1125/562D8AC2-E07C-4580-A92D-9583CA4E2FC3.jpeg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;567&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1125&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fCX5rAK3j5dWWLrAob5rbDoNvcDFvGzQpDvRcJWLfnKhLIjMnkR8f3iDdAe9x0JJH0W4o13MiqjCT77qUcNh-uh-t9Ige8Sp04jNegKxf6eu0Q7foFWFU0QCpb7glnZQgOKQVBNEHDuQ/s320/562D8AC2-E07C-4580-A92D-9583CA4E2FC3.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Kind eyes and voice, you make me feel safe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Your calm demeanor puts me at ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;A heart for service you blessedly possess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Your leadership I follow with gladness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Honest and sincere, you make me swoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Your sense of humor and quick wit, quite a boon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The sweetness of your spirit, rare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Your submission to God, an answer to prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p2&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The words your smile convey, a treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Your acts of love, my heart is filled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;❤️❤️❤️&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;p1&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;s1&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/5569333522636871134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/10/1010000000-things-i-love-about-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/5569333522636871134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/5569333522636871134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/10/1010000000-things-i-love-about-you.html' title='10/10,000,000 Things I Love About You'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fCX5rAK3j5dWWLrAob5rbDoNvcDFvGzQpDvRcJWLfnKhLIjMnkR8f3iDdAe9x0JJH0W4o13MiqjCT77qUcNh-uh-t9Ige8Sp04jNegKxf6eu0Q7foFWFU0QCpb7glnZQgOKQVBNEHDuQ/s72-c/562D8AC2-E07C-4580-A92D-9583CA4E2FC3.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-7721047712317518734</id><published>2020-10-23T09:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2020-10-23T09:05:38.792-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts&#xa;ravi zacharias"/><title type='text'>Truth and Controversy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAAr_uRNyjmkvHbW9OqdSqFOTlI1zzi-9PpA4lhWsY1h-MI7lVOwUCM5XofbZMi_9QFd-UWEpI4H2b7wpHm13Luc9VD6XI1pu2c5xEqBg_JVbKRlDwGB_CU7wvhfTY4q-ySV_1bWgk9io/s631/ravi.png&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;420&quot; data-original-width=&quot;631&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAAr_uRNyjmkvHbW9OqdSqFOTlI1zzi-9PpA4lhWsY1h-MI7lVOwUCM5XofbZMi_9QFd-UWEpI4H2b7wpHm13Luc9VD6XI1pu2c5xEqBg_JVbKRlDwGB_CU7wvhfTY4q-ySV_1bWgk9io/s320/ravi.png&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s sad how a single accusation, a misinterpreted action, or a misconstrued motive could cast doubt on one&#39;s integrity and testimony and potentially undo an entire legacy. Vindication may come at the end but the process of getting there is often not easy. Vigilance, prayers, and taking extra precautions have never been more necessary than in a generation where a harmless glance, an innocent gesture, or even a kind act could be mistaken for something else.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;The controversy that the late Ravi Zacharias—a well known Christian apologist, preacher, and teacher—got embroiled in prompted these early morning musings. The articles I have read concerning the allegations levied against Zacharias by the couple Lori Anne and Brad Thompson are quite serious and the evidence (e.g. phone records, emails) that show wrongdoing are substantial and convincing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Lori Anne claimed that she regarded Zacharias as a ‘father figure’ and trusted him to the point where she felt safe to confide in him her ‘abuse-ridden childhood’ via a series of emails and personal messages on Blackberry Messenger. Lori Anne further alleged that their secret communication led to an online emotional affair and eventually turned sexual (i.e. phone sex). Lori Anne disclosed the relationship to her sister, Tamara Battiste, who pointed out that Lori Anne was drawn to this relationship with Zacharias because she (Lori Anne) was ‘likely trying to address a father-wound inflicted on her from her childhood—a vulnerability, they claimed, that Zacharias exploited when he knowingly entered into this relationship with Lori Anne. It was this observation from Battiste that prompted Lori Anne to ‘believe that she had been preyed upon by someone she trusted as a pastoral figure’. She broke off the relationship with Zacharias and confessed the affair to her husband Brad.&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;The couple initially wanted this to be resolved privately and even sent Zacharias an email extending their forgiveness—something that Zacharias seemed to graciously accept in the beginning. However, when Zacharias implied in another email that he did not initiate a sexual relationship with Lori Anne, the Thompsons were inflamed and prompted them to file a lawsuit and asked for 5 million dollars in damages.&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;As I read the nitty-gritty details of this back-and-forth between Zacharias and the Thompsons and tried to figure out who is telling the truth, I felt bad for everyone who have been hurt by it. Zacharias denied the affair but he did not deny the veracity of the contents of the emails that he and Lori Anne exchanged. When the lawsuit was settled out of court, he said this in a statement:&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;“As a husband, father, grandfather, and leader of a Christian ministry I should not have engaged in ongoing communication with a woman other than my wife&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;(Margie)&lt;i&gt;. I failed to exercise wise caution and to protect myself from even the appearance of impropriety, and for that I am profoundly sorry...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Let me state categorically that I have never met this woman alone, publicly or privately... I have long made it my practice not to be alone with a woman other than Margie and our daughters—not in a car, a restaurant, or anywhere else. Upon reflection, I now realize that the physical safeguards I have long practiced to protect my integrity should have extended to include digital communications safeguards. I believe—and indeed would counsel others—that the standards of personal conduct are necessarily higher for Christian leaders.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Whose story do I believe? I do not know. For the sake of argument, let’s say Lori Anne was telling the truth and the affair did happen. Did Lori Anne have grounds to accuse Zacharias of predatory behavior? In my opinion, affairs are carried out by two consenting adults and both are equally culpable. But because Zacharias was a respected leader in the Christian community, an influential figure in this generation, a majority of the blame was tacked on him because ‘he should’ve known better’. Although it’s true that we tend to impose a higher standard on people of Zacharias’ position and repute, it seems unfair that Lori Anne was merely portrayed as a victim who bear no part of the blame whatsoever. Didn’t Lori Anne have a choice in the matter? Did Zacharias back her into a corner and force her into the affair?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;The Me Too Movement have given sexually abused women a platform to reveal the violence perpetuated against them—acts that they have kept hidden for years because they were afraid that no one would believe them or that they would be cast as the ‘bad guys’ instead of getting the sympathy or justice they seek. The empowerment this movement have given women everywhere to no longer hide in the shadows is a liberating thing. However, it cannot be denied that certain freedoms, when left unchecked, are bound to be misused and abused. There have been a few high profile cases of women falsely accusing men of violent sexual behavior for reasons of spite. They filed lawsuits, held news conferences, and caused quite a commotion; and their unsuspecting audience believed them because “some people think the loudest voice is the truest” as my fiancé, M.A. Machacon, aptly puts it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;If these allegations by the Thompsons are proven false in the end, it would already have done its damage. As it stands, some people no longer respect Zacharias and see him only as a predator who victimizes vulnerable women. A week or two ago, I tweeted a quote from Zacharias’ book Beyond Opinion and someone wrote this comment:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Ravi Zacharias died an unrepentant sexual predator who vastly harmed too many women. @rzimhq &amp;amp; @abdumurray &amp;amp; @ramsdenmichael cruelly continue to protect him. Out of compassion for his many victims please stop promoting his name &amp;amp; teaching.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;If the allegations are indeed true, does it diminish the message he has preached in any way? If Jesus Christ is preached, does it matter who preaches Him?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;On the other hand, if the accusations are not true, then I feel really sorry for the Thompsons, “for the Lord will vindicate His people and have compassion on His servants” (Psalm 135:14 ESV).&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;-----&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;font-family: Times, serif; font-size: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Cambria; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://churchleaders.com/news/383717-the-story-behind-the-ravi-zacharias-allegations-part-1-lawsuits-ndas-and-email-threads.html&quot;&gt;Churchleaders.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/7721047712317518734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/10/truth-and-controversy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/7721047712317518734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/7721047712317518734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/10/truth-and-controversy.html' title='Truth and Controversy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAAr_uRNyjmkvHbW9OqdSqFOTlI1zzi-9PpA4lhWsY1h-MI7lVOwUCM5XofbZMi_9QFd-UWEpI4H2b7wpHm13Luc9VD6XI1pu2c5xEqBg_JVbKRlDwGB_CU7wvhfTY4q-ySV_1bWgk9io/s72-c/ravi.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-2209226021636041563</id><published>2020-08-20T22:40:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2020-08-20T23:23:38.417-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing challenge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Prompts"/><title type='text'>Lost Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGym_gBs8uSlfQlBHHaBMJpOA_ITdeyk_FQnxUdiLpqoqjeqtAeh8I8FEYs-0p8Ri4EpKGJK4apZdu3E-fThEPy6V6xANqukDLBFFg_QNH6kGpvrce5B3NalywTrG7huxLvCySGNleP6Ha/s990/d091cceab11054b540a5e94ce83247d0.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;666&quot; data-original-width=&quot;990&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGym_gBs8uSlfQlBHHaBMJpOA_ITdeyk_FQnxUdiLpqoqjeqtAeh8I8FEYs-0p8Ri4EpKGJK4apZdu3E-fThEPy6V6xANqukDLBFFg_QNH6kGpvrce5B3NalywTrG7huxLvCySGNleP6Ha/s640/d091cceab11054b540a5e94ce83247d0.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Photo from Pinterest&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Helena woke up to the sound of blaring trumpets. It was tournament day! The Amazon warriors will battle against each other to show off their abilities. It was the perfect day for a covert operation, Helena thought. Everyone would be preoccupied and she and Alexa could slip out unnoticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Helena walked gingerly down the sloping road to Alexa’s house. It was still too early for anyone to spot her but she wanted to avoid scrutinizing stares. As she looked over her right shoulder, she saw the sun rising over the dark dense fog that perpetually hangs over the island. She ventured closer to the outermost edge of the path that overlooked a steep cliff, the lush vegetation a feast to her senses, and the waters tumbling down its perimeter like a woman’s long mane captivating her imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Alexa’s house was adjacent to the base of the giant cascade of water that flowed from the top of the mountain down the terraced slope that cut through Themyscira like a wide streak of lightning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Lexa!” Helena softly whispered through her friend’s bedroom window as she crouched outside, hoping to remain unnoticed by the women who were walking past, making their way to the esplanade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Alexa poked her head out of the window. She noted that her friend was still in her sleep wear and not the required armor for the celebrated event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“What are you doing here, Lena?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Lex, it’s now or never!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“What?! No. We can’t. I can’t. Mother expects me to be at the tournament today.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Shush! She’ll be too busy with the other grown-ups to notice you’re gone. The ship is leaving tomorrow! We need to sneak in there now while they’re all at the tournament!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“I...” Alexa hesitates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“You don’t have to come with me. I can go by myself,” Helena said as she eased out of her concealment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Wait! You can’t go alone. It’s too dangerous!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Are you coming with me then?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Yes... just... give me a moment. Change into some decent clothes, at least?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;There&#39;s no need for that. I&#39;ll be fine,” Helena countered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“It’ll be cold out in the open sea. You will freeze! Come inside. You can change into my clothes.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“We don’t have time for that, Lex. We need to go.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“You’re not going anywhere dressed in those Helena! I forbid it!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Okay, okay! But we have to hurry!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;As the two 12-year-olds dressed and inspected their reflections in the mirror, a knock on the door startled them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Hide, quick!” Alexa pushed her friend behind the curtain that separated her bed chamber from the dressing room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Alexa?” her mother called from the other side of the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Mom? I’m in here.” Alexa’s mother sauntered in and looked out the window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Was Helena here? I thought I heard her voice.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“No, she wasn’t, mom,&quot; Alexa lied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“That girl would get you in such deep trouble one day and banish you off the island, Alexa. You need to be careful.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“I hear you, mom.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Good! Don’t take too long. I’ll meet you at the esplanade. We’ll walk to the arena together.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“You don’t need to wait for me. I’ll see you there.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Be on time. The Queen doesn’t tolerate tardiness,” her mother cautioned.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Okay, mom.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;When her mother left, Alexa motioned for Helena to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“She still dislikes me, huh?” Helena said with a hint of sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“She’ll come around the moment you stop all your mischief.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Mischief? Mischief! I’d like to see her face when she learns that you have masterminded all those ‘mischiefs’ I found myself in.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Now, now... no need to be vindictive.” Alexa laughed at her friend’s sudden change in demeanor. “Come, we need to go.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The two climbed out of Alexa’s bedroom window. They headed to the courtyard in the back but stopped short as they saw the cook hanging kitchen rugs on the clothesline. They waited for him to go inside before stealthily crossing to the other end and climbing over the brick wall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Outside they saw a group of women on horseback – the palace envoy. Helena stared at the cavalry in awe. She dreams of becoming a part of that elite group someday. There was only one problem: since she fell off a horse and broke her ankle two years ago, she couldn’t be near one without feeling apprehensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Lena, this way!” Alexa brought her pal out of her musings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;They snaked their way through a maze of shrubs. When they reached the docks on the other side of the island, they spotted the gargantuan ship that was visible from the hillside even before they negotiated the steep descent to the shore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Alexa crossed the makeshift bridge from the beach to the boat’s menacing mouth. She looked back to check on Helena but she couldn’t see her friend through the heavy mist that descended upon them without hesitation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Lena?” Alexa whispered softly and hoped that Helena was close enough to hear her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“I’m here, Lex. It’s hard to walk. I can’t see my feet and I don’t want to fall through.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Just feel your way around. Hold on to the ropes. We can’t dawdle here. Someone might see us.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;When they found their way into the interior of the behemoth vessel, they heard voices from a distance. Alexa quickly scanned the room for a place to hide and found two barrels that contained barley and potatoes. She commanded Helena’s attention with a quick tap on one of her bracelets of submission – an indestructible metal cuff that all the women in their tribe wear as a reminder of their subjugation under Hercules – and led her deeper into the heart of the ship where the barrels were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;From their vantage point, the voices became more audible and distinct. Alexa slowly rolled the barrels that concealed them closer to the door of the enclosure where two women were engaged in a hushed debate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Why can’t we just wait till Lystra gives birth? It would be a waste of time if we leave with these two babies now only to leave again when Lystra delivers a boy?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Those are the Queen’s orders. Besides, Hephaestus is expecting us. We are in dire need of those weapons he forged. He said they’re ready and once we deliver these babies to him, he’ll make good on the deal.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“How many of these boys have we sold to him already? He must have an army of them by now. Aren’t you concerned that once these boys become men and learn how we’ve sold them as slaves to Hephaestus in exchange for weapons that they might turn around and attack us?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“They won’t. Hephaestus was sworn to secrecy.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Secrets have a way of coming out you know.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Even if they did chance upon the truth and attack us, we’ll fight them. Besides, would you rather we kill these babies? At least with Hephaestus, they’ll have a chance at a life!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Why can’t we just keep them?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“You know why. Men are not allowed on our island. Our lives are at stake.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The women paused when they heard a loud gasp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“What was that? Go check it out,” the one with the deeper voice asked the more timid one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“It was just a gust of wind. A storm is approaching. We better head inland now. The tournament is about to start.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“You’re right. I’ll meet you here tomorrow an hour before sunrise. We have to catch the tailwind so we could make good time on our voyage.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;When the two women left, Alexa and Helena inspected the room they vacated. At the far end, situated beside three large boxes was a receptacle that housed two containers made of woven horsehair. In it were two sleeping babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Alexa! We can’t let them take these babies!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“But they’re not just babies, Lena! They’re boys who would grow up to be men. They’re not good for our people. That’s what my mother always says.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Boys... I have never seen one of these. Curious,” Helena said reaching for the foot of one. “Boys or not, we can’t let them be sold as slaves. That’s not right!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“We can’t just keep them either...” Alexa said trying to sound reasonable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“We can hide them somewhere off the island! And when they’re grown, we can let them go to wherever they want. At least they won’t be slaves.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Off the island? That means...”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Yes.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“But if we go, we can never come back. They’ll know we took the babies. We’ll be banished,” Alexa responded in utter anguish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“It’s a difficult choice, Lex; one you don’t have to make.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Two hours later, onboard a small boat floating along the eastern waters under the cover of dense fog, Helena mused about the future and how it seemed so certain when she went to bed the previous night; but just then it was receding in the distance along with Themyscira – the only home she knew. Will she ever see it again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Lena? Get some rest, we have a long journey ahead of us,” Alexa said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Lex, what have we gotten ourselves into? We were just supposed to check out that big ship for the fun of it,” Helena said regretfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Hush! We can’t dwell on such thoughts anymore.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“I’m sorry, Lena. I didn’t mean to drag you into this.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“My mother was right: you, Helena, would get me in such deep trouble I’d have to leave the island.” Alexa said then added, “But you didn’t drag me. These babies need us and I’d make the same choice all over again.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Oh, Lex! Do you think saving their lives is worth losing ours?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Any life is worth the sacrifice, Lena.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“But our people will just keep selling more of these boys, Lex. What difference have we really made?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“We don’t know yet. But I am certain that we will someday. For now, let’s just focus on keeping these two alive.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/2209226021636041563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-rescue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/2209226021636041563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/2209226021636041563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-rescue.html' title='Lost Boys'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGym_gBs8uSlfQlBHHaBMJpOA_ITdeyk_FQnxUdiLpqoqjeqtAeh8I8FEYs-0p8Ri4EpKGJK4apZdu3E-fThEPy6V6xANqukDLBFFg_QNH6kGpvrce5B3NalywTrG7huxLvCySGNleP6Ha/s72-c/d091cceab11054b540a5e94ce83247d0.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-6556604792888530288</id><published>2020-08-14T18:03:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2020-08-15T10:51:07.946-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing challenge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Prompts"/><title type='text'>One Fateful Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcuoH-n_5qmQW8n1NTcraLAP43gOq1eOiZD3g5mxm65SJ2UU5GKPV5_3rTctrMAp2Au07qZkMiogMzEU3GmLM-90yn-Jp5x9rIk7thBEoK3Y-iA3zQnZ9RCkJyzUzS3qXRXEtaJw1QJmIE/s2048/IMG_8513.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;2048&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1536&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcuoH-n_5qmQW8n1NTcraLAP43gOq1eOiZD3g5mxm65SJ2UU5GKPV5_3rTctrMAp2Au07qZkMiogMzEU3GmLM-90yn-Jp5x9rIk7thBEoK3Y-iA3zQnZ9RCkJyzUzS3qXRXEtaJw1QJmIE/s640/IMG_8513.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Where does one’s story begin or end? Is it precisely demarcated and bookended by a birth and a death or is its timeline more jagged than one can discern?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Mine began when I was born but it also started when Matthias decided to marry Isabella in 1910. Their union was the catalyst that catapulted my story into a dark container van pervaded by a stench that even death would find disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;My great-grandfather, Matthias, was the only son of the third wealthiest man in New York City in the 1900s; but he was disinherited when he married my great-grandmother Isabella, a struggling doctor and scientist who didn’t have a single dime in her bank account. But the two of them worked together to build a name for themselves and established the most advanced pharmacological research company in North America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Alejandra, the only daughter of &lt;a href=&quot;https://thatdecemberday.blogspot.com/2019/02/isabella-and-matthias.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Matthias and Isabella&lt;/a&gt;, married Akira Fukushima. Akira was the son of a proud Toronto-based Japanese family and they were opposed to his relationship to Alejandra from the get go; so they eloped, flew to Japan, and settled in a small town in the outskirts of Tokyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;My father, Hansuke, got my grandma Alejandra’s blue eyes and curly hair and my granddad’s sense of humor. It was his knack for making people laugh that captivated my mother, Kumiko, when they met on a college hiking trip to Mount Fuji. Before they knew it, they were in love. But alas, the &#39;family curse&#39; seemed to have touched their story as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Kumiko was the heir to Japan’s most successful pharmaceutical conglomerate -- Matthias and Isabella’s bitter rivals since the 1940s. When her parents got wind of her romantic alliance with Hansuke, she was shipped off to New York to finish her studies; but Hansuke was not about to let her go without a fight. He followed Kumiko to New York, opened a restaurant at the heart of Times Square, and married her against the objections of both their families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“Momotaro Fukushima!” a harsh, sonorous voice interrupted my musings and brought me back to my dank reality inside a container van, where the only light came from a cellphone held by a man I couldn’t see but whose heavy breathing was disturbing enough it might as well have been Darth Vader who abducted me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“What do you want from me?” I asked, trying to sound intimidating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“Don’t worry we won’t hurt you. At least, not yet,” Darth Vader said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“What do you mean? Who’s ‘we’? What have I done to you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“You haven’t done anything. Yet. But this is a warning so you would not do what you’re considering on doing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“I don’t speak riddles. I may be Japanese, but I’m not the smart kind; so please be straight with me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“Liliana.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“Liliana who?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“Liliana Montgomery. The girl you had dinner with two nights ago. She’s off limits. If I were you, I’d stay away from her if you value your life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“Lily! But I thought she was single. Are you her boyfriend? If I knew she was involved with someone, I’d never have gone out with her. I swear! Now can you please let me go! I promise to not even so much as look at her.” I never lie; I hate lying, but the situation called for it. Darth Vader didn&#39;t deserve the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;The truth is, I was in love with Lily. After that last night of rehearsal for the upcoming Spring Speech Festival in our campus, when Lily gave me the sandwich she made for her dinner because my hands shook from mild hypoglycemia, I knew I wanted her in my life. It was a grueling six months of rehearsals and I barely had time to eat or sleep. Lily and I worked closely during those months, but it wasn’t till that last night that I admitted what I have felt all along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“Mo! I know that look. Who is she?” Anthony asked me when I got back to the dorm room after that last rehearsal night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“Huh? Who? What?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“You look like you experienced something you’ve never had before. You look star struck, my friend!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“I am not!” I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://thatdecemberday.blogspot.com/2019/05/anthony-and-alyssa-dished-out.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Anthony was my best friend&lt;/a&gt; and I told him everything. But my growing feelings for Lily, I wanted to keep to myself. It was too special to be shared with anyone. But when Darth Vader indirectly forced me to denounce my love for her, my heart broke. No, Darth Vader didn&#39;t deserve the truth, but I was so scared the lie might catch up with me and become truth and I shuddered at the thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“She’s not my girlfriend. Liliana is the great-great-granddaughter of Marco Montgomery,” Darth Vader explained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“Marco Montgomery? The railroad legend? The third wealthiest man in the world during his time? That Montgomery? But that’s my great-great-grandfather and he only had one child, Matthias.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“But Matthias was disinherited, wasn’t he? Marco needed someone to uphold the family legacy so he adopted Benjamin, Liliana’s great-grandfather.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“Ok... so what’s the problem? If Benjamin was adopted then Lily and I are not blood relatives. Why am I not allowed to date her? Besides, that’s ancient family history that she and I have nothing to do with.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;“It may be ancient family history; but it’s a history you know so little about and you have everything to do with it. I suggest you ask your parents about it. Just stay away from Liliana!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;All of a sudden, I felt a heavy fist land on my face. The next thing I knew I was lying on my bed inside my dormitory. I stared at the ceiling. It seems the &#39;family curse&#39; has found its way to me and I wondered, “I love her, but is all this worth it?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Tonight, 30 years later after that incident, I couldn’t help but think how my life would’ve turned out had I answered that question differently. I turn in the bed and stare at the woman lying next to me. I gently move the wisps of long dark hair covering  her face and I feel the love of centuries well up in me and a deep sense of gratitude for the decision I have made that one fateful night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/6556604792888530288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/08/one-fateful-night.html#comment-form' title='0 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width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-4833859195521784869</id><published>2020-08-11T03:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2020-08-11T03:46:27.742-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing challenge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Prompts Challenge"/><title type='text'>Seep Synonymously</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WKjTAIHje5HDjnmjkXYkFxVnSSQATGis3OvajUIZl3lNgnouZ6R6OgKLmpbb0y_bl6sJYFj8yEJSz0evgmCxRfqek1iit0eKvhEfuHJUTgnkt-LdIMd_UG311oIuUFgoBGUEUOZZ91OI/s2048/IMG_2568.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1WKjTAIHje5HDjnmjkXYkFxVnSSQATGis3OvajUIZl3lNgnouZ6R6OgKLmpbb0y_bl6sJYFj8yEJSz0evgmCxRfqek1iit0eKvhEfuHJUTgnkt-LdIMd_UG311oIuUFgoBGUEUOZZ91OI/w600-h800/IMG_2568.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;A scent EMANATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;SEEPS through tiny crevices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;FLOWS out from the rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Ray of peace EMITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;FILTRATES the longing spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;DISCHARGES new faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Color LEAKS on page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Blacks and grays swiftly ESCAPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Reds and yellows OOZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Sadness DRAINS away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;EXTRAVASATES from the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Stillness ISSUES forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Clouds FILTER the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;SWEAT dries up under the shade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Relief quickly WELLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;A DRIBBLE of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Depression LEACHED from the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;DRIPS of joy ensue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Water SPRINGS from ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;PERMEATES the long parched soil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;SOAKS the flowerbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Hopes, dreams PERCOLATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;TRICKLE into barren throughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Life EXUDES anew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 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href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheBzD72x45UXJ02ZACtGKPfQ-s7zcsSpJnaelhP6IEP54U_TprpoXp9LbbR7FYqMz6QXyt-bBCSq6O5_ocUIBpYLbJe3kjVV-hMVAzMkarzEo2kR9sbzBQRDnasFT9my_w-AXkyfL77TYr/s1351/DSC_0179.JPG&quot; style=&quot;display: block; padding: 1em 0px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Beet root, potato peel, onion bulbs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Abigail!” her mother’s voice interrupted her thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Yes, Mom?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“What are you doing in here? Are you still trying to concoct a vaccine for this virus?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“I’m close, Mom; I can feel it!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Why don’t you leave that to the scientists and the medical community. You are 17; it’s not your responsibility to solve the world’s problems.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“But I’m on to something, Mom. I really believe this would do the trick.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Okay. Just be careful that you don’t hurt yourself in this basement.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“I will, Mom.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Abigail continued mixing the ingredients she gathered from her grandmother’s garden and the chemical compounds she took from her school’s chemistry lab. She knew that she’d be expelled if her teacher ever found out; but once she finds the cure for COVID-19, they will forget about her little misdeed and might even award her Valedictorian when she graduates next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“And now for the catalyst!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;She squeezed three drops of a blue liquid into a flask containing the herbs, gave it a vigorous shake, and watch the mixture turn a shade of greenish blue. She siphoned a portion of the liquid into a syringe and injected it into her brachial artery. She then used a pair of feeding tongs to remove a small swatch of cloth from inside a vial. It was part of a handkerchief that her father sneezed and coughed on for at least a week now after having contracted COVID-19 from the hospital he worked at as a medical doctor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;She inserted the contaminated swatch into her nostrils. All that needs to be done now is wait for a few days to see if she either gets an active infection or antibodies from the compound she created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;It was already midnight by the time she was done with her experiments so she decided to sleep on the cot right there in the basement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Abigail woke up to the sound of a loud banging on the door. She was shocked when she saw that instead of on the cot she was perched on a giant mattress that must have been the size of the Titanic. Was she still asleep and dreaming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;She tried to rub the sleep off her eyes but realized that she was wide awake in a strange environment. Where was she? Then she noticed all the flasks, measuring cups, and vials on the red table; she realized that she was still in the basement, but she has shrunk to the size of an ant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The formula she injected into her veins the night before must’ve caused her to shrink to such a minuscule size. However, Abigail soon realized the absurdity of that theory. She didn’t live in a fantasy land and the chemicals and herbs she injected were not plausibly capable of performing what had obviously happened to her body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;She was still reeling from her predicament when she realized that the loud banging on her door must be her mother looking for her. She remembered that she locked it the night before while she was doing her experiments and forgot to unlock it before she went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Abigail climbed off the mattress by sliding down the side of the blanket that was hanging off one of the edges. She wondered how long it would take her to walk from there to the door and up to the kitchen where her mother was. How was she even going to climb up those steep steps – 15 in all! – and make it in time for breakfast or at least before her mother realized she was gone and panics?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The stairs had a net-like covering that ran the entire length of the bottom of the banister. Abigail crawled up the contraption like a spider would on its web. When she reached the kitchen, she didn’t know what time it was. The sun was already setting so she figured it must be around 7:00 p.m. The climb took her longer than expected. They don’t have any wall clocks and the time on the microwave oven display was too tiny for her to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;She looked around to find her mother but she was nowhere to be found. She must’ve gone out to look for her. Just then Abigail heard her mother walk inside the kitchen and she tried to call out to her but to no avail. To her surprise, her mother vanished before her very eyes. Abigail swore her mother just standing by the kitchen table calling out her name a nanosecond ago and then she was gone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Abigail! Oh, thank God, you made it up here. I didn’t find you in the basement.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Abigail stared at the miniature version of her mother that was walking leisurely toward her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Mom?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Yes, it’s me. I know you have a lot of questions. But first we need to get to a safe corner before we get trampled out here in the open.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Abigail’s mother led her to a small opening on one of the legs of the table. It was surprisingly roomy enough for them to stand in there together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“What’s going on, Mom?” Abigail asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“Your great great grandmother messed around with a magical potion that she bought at the market. The tradesman told her it was a love potion. However, when she drank it, she shrunk. But she was restored to her original size after 24 hours. She went back to the tradesman and demanded an explanation. The guy sold him another potion which served as an antidote. But the damage was irreversible; it embedded itself into her genetic code. The antidote, however, was able to mitigate some of the effects in that even though she shrunk every now and then, she was able to learn how to control it.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Abigail stared at her mother in disbelief. This woman, her mother, is a geneticist. She didn’t talk about magic, or fantasy, or love potions. Abigail thought she must be dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;“You’re not dreaming, Abby. This is all true.” her mother said, reading her thoughts. “You apparently got the genetic code as well, as I have. Your sister didn’t and neither did mine. But don’t worry, I can teach you how to control it so you could shrink and unshrink at will. It’s actually a neat trick; kind of like a superpower.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;It was already midnight by the time they finished talking. At midnight, Abigail was restored to her original size. She went back to her basement and stared at the lab equipment that covered her table. Abigail believed in the infallibility of science and its theories and didn’t believe in magic; but now, she might have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/5659963209845568369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/08/mini-magical-mishap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/5659963209845568369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/5659963209845568369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/08/mini-magical-mishap.html' title='Mini Magical Mishap'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-4510087259408472863</id><published>2020-08-03T20:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2020-08-03T21:08:03.888-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poems"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Prompts Challenge"/><title type='text'>The Earls of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgi8HPCg7Rsbt-SD7rY-JX6Ay2B6QwEsziuSVGbb1s0Hdg9_inZIIQBZKGPc6J1p1WlU4GkbvU7DJCdkIQMqltUJfmITQ8xrOXbVI_YwcOsuWHybBZ8EeTw9j3VlnDqd0PoJxECM7eZpb/s2048/IMG_7652.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1536&quot; data-original-width=&quot;2048&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgi8HPCg7Rsbt-SD7rY-JX6Ay2B6QwEsziuSVGbb1s0Hdg9_inZIIQBZKGPc6J1p1WlU4GkbvU7DJCdkIQMqltUJfmITQ8xrOXbVI_YwcOsuWHybBZ8EeTw9j3VlnDqd0PoJxECM7eZpb/s640/IMG_7652.jpg&quot; width=&quot;640&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The pEARLs he gave her that night glimmered under the starlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They look grand, lightly perched on her EARLobes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The pEARLescent orbs a compliment to her perfectly tanned skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Five decades thence and five more hence, he loved her fiercely and dEARLy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;His brown shEARLing wool coat, a covert witness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;To his fEARLess profession of sober yet true love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Daily, monthly, yEARLy he proved his devotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Demonstrated his affection with bEARLike consistency&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;From EARLy morning, dusk, till dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;He stands by her side yEARLong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Their love his home and EARLdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Their lives proceeded linEARLy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They moved as one, rectilinEARLy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;And though they&#39;re nEARLy at the sunset of their days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;They hold hands and stare at each other, tEARLess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The joy the feel, boundless; their love, gEARLess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/4510087259408472863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-earls-of-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/4510087259408472863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/4510087259408472863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-earls-of-love.html' title='The Earls of Love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgi8HPCg7Rsbt-SD7rY-JX6Ay2B6QwEsziuSVGbb1s0Hdg9_inZIIQBZKGPc6J1p1WlU4GkbvU7DJCdkIQMqltUJfmITQ8xrOXbVI_YwcOsuWHybBZ8EeTw9j3VlnDqd0PoJxECM7eZpb/s72-c/IMG_7652.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-3741046634482441403</id><published>2020-07-29T13:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2020-07-30T07:44:03.332-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Prompts Challenge"/><title type='text'>Thunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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A deep, throaty rumble in the night sky&lt;/div&gt;
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That slowly fills with dark clouds&lt;/div&gt;
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Brings a sense of foreboding&lt;/div&gt;
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Nature’s afterthought to lightning&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The sound a harbinger of promise or doom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But not to be feared&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s only waves reaching your ears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The scary thoughts it conjures&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Are all in your head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The reverberation in your chest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A mere echo, a resonance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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More imaginary than real&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Resist the urge to flee&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Or hide under the covers&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s ability to harm you, nil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;cambria&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;It’s just thunder, my dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/3741046634482441403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/07/thunder.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/3741046634482441403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/3741046634482441403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/07/thunder.html' title='Thunder'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpz0fteNn68X0TNAFRzfEUs2q000y6y7xhwj-3PK0U7cn9TdBxQJdQUb9kiNOkjgzy2hd_HqjoNToQLql3xoYsD8ewT55bRJl2dmqMzcKWNzy4sGxVVWgPjXR_PhzHqn3vaonVymdgHowS/s72-c/IMG_3783.HEIC" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-4738942368430659175</id><published>2020-07-28T00:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2020-07-30T07:44:35.433-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Writing Prompts Challenge"/><title type='text'>Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
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One summer night in Shannon&lt;/div&gt;
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A streak of light shot through the sky&lt;/div&gt;
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A star dropped from the heavens&lt;/div&gt;
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And there on our backyard died&lt;/div&gt;
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The wooden shed was in ruins&lt;/div&gt;
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As the celestial body burned&lt;/div&gt;
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I was busy dousing the fire&lt;/div&gt;
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But my father looked unconcerned&lt;/div&gt;
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“Dad, should we call the fire department?”&lt;/div&gt;
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“No, the rain will soon pour”&lt;/div&gt;
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“But the wind is getting stronger!&lt;/div&gt;
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“Don’t worry it’s under control”&lt;/div&gt;
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The tongues of flames subsided&lt;/div&gt;
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Ashes scattered in the air&lt;/div&gt;
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The shed a blackened charcoal&lt;/div&gt;
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I said a little prayer&lt;/div&gt;
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Mother stood by the greenhouse&lt;/div&gt;
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With a garden hose in her hand&lt;/div&gt;
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Ready to aim it at the embers&lt;/div&gt;
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Should they come alive again&lt;/div&gt;
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A gasp came from my sister&lt;/div&gt;
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As she stared at the shed’s unhinged door&lt;/div&gt;
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A yellow creature squeezed it’s way through&lt;/div&gt;
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Its eyes pleaded for succor&lt;/div&gt;
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One step, two, then three&lt;/div&gt;
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Before it tripped on the ground and fell&lt;/div&gt;
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It tried to get up but couldn’t&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s body sprawled out like mushy gel&lt;/div&gt;
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Father scooped him up like a baby&lt;/div&gt;
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And took him to the living room&lt;/div&gt;
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By the fireplace with some blankets on him&lt;/div&gt;
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The yellow thing rested and snored&lt;/div&gt;
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When the night gave way to the sun&lt;/div&gt;
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I looked out to the garden deck&lt;/div&gt;
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And not one but two yellow creatures&lt;/div&gt;
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Were sitting there, I had to check&lt;/div&gt;
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As I approached the other turned&lt;/div&gt;
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And transformed into someone I knew&lt;/div&gt;
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It was my father who looked at me&lt;/div&gt;
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I dropped my coffee, back inside I flew&lt;/div&gt;
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My father’s an alien, I thought&lt;/div&gt;
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Perhaps all my life this was true&lt;/div&gt;
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He’d always been different, a bit odd&lt;/div&gt;
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Or maybe this was something new&lt;/div&gt;
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What if the creature from last night&lt;/div&gt;
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Infected him as their skins touched&lt;/div&gt;
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What if my father needed saving&lt;/div&gt;
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A rescue, I planned instead&lt;/div&gt;
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But when I ran back out to the garden&lt;/div&gt;
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He told me to sit down&lt;/div&gt;
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And told me the story&lt;/div&gt;
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Of how he was found&lt;/div&gt;
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“Your mother was ten and a half&lt;/div&gt;
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She was playing in that old shed&lt;/div&gt;
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When my ship crash-landed on it&lt;/div&gt;
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Almost left her for dead&lt;/div&gt;
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She saved me, made me her friend&lt;/div&gt;
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Her parents let me live in the barn&lt;/div&gt;
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But she and I fell in love&lt;/div&gt;
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I asked them for her hand&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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My kind, we are shape shifters&lt;/div&gt;
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I’m sure you have deduced&lt;/div&gt;
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When I married your mom&lt;/div&gt;
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To be human, I chose&lt;/div&gt;
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This here is my brother&lt;/div&gt;
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He’s come to take me with him&lt;/div&gt;
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But I’m not going anywhere&lt;/div&gt;
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Coz earth is now my home&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/4738942368430659175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/07/star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/4738942368430659175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/4738942368430659175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/07/star.html' title='Star'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIfy4Ry-tBeP56UhOHdTXL_irFIpv_66i2PGqmx5VKU3DfkFS2pyA0hNRk95YURRuHbdE33tMx6fIzTVcASJkOVWF-gu4V8hJNU3HWHRBWrxlrgELlmatS9qI5JoDqe-MlINUQHnX5yoz/s72-c/IMG_7147.PNG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-6700849862516644770</id><published>2020-07-18T12:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2023-09-27T13:59:06.692-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poetry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rhymes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="short story"/><title type='text'>Enrico and Corine</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
The FINDER found a trusted FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;
HUSTLING beneath the autumn SUNLIGHT&lt;br /&gt;
A familiar SMILE perceived for MILES&lt;br /&gt;
INFER FINER adventures of the fun kind&lt;br /&gt;
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TACOS by the COAST&lt;br /&gt;
Weekends SATED with DATES&lt;br /&gt;
As they SEARCH for golden ARCHES&lt;br /&gt;
Took a GANDER at a GARDEN of bliss&lt;br /&gt;
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Do they DARE READ the INKS on their SKIN?&lt;br /&gt;
A nudge BELOW the ELBOW&lt;br /&gt;
A TAP, a PAT, what’s APT?&lt;br /&gt;
A moment they WON and NOW OWN&lt;br /&gt;
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A CANOE in the OCEAN&lt;br /&gt;
His CHIN an INCH from hers&lt;br /&gt;
Not a CLOUD COULD dampen&lt;br /&gt;
That SAFEST of FEASTS&lt;br /&gt;
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A RING and a GRIN&lt;br /&gt;
A little SCARED of that SACRED vow&lt;br /&gt;
But FEAR did not FARE well&lt;br /&gt;
As they KISS while on wooden SKIS&lt;br /&gt;
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She MARRIED an ADMIRER&lt;br /&gt;
Not a LAME MALE&lt;br /&gt;
He is EAGER to AGREE&lt;br /&gt;
A DISAGREEMENT is a DEMAGNETISER&lt;br /&gt;
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He SERVES her VERSES&lt;br /&gt;
He’s WORDIER when WORRIED&lt;br /&gt;
But his WORDS are not SWORDS that wound&lt;br /&gt;
His VOWELS are not WOLVES that devour&lt;br /&gt;
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On NIGHTS fraught with dark THINGS&lt;br /&gt;
They LISTEN with SILENT regard&lt;br /&gt;
Not ANGERED or ENRAGED&lt;br /&gt;
CREATIVE not REACTIVE&lt;br /&gt;
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Some STATED fears are TASTED&lt;br /&gt;
She DREADS SADDER episodes&lt;br /&gt;
But he is a CALM CLAM&lt;br /&gt;
A QUIET she QUITE welcomes&lt;br /&gt;
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When a SERPENT plagues the PRESENT&lt;br /&gt;
Or a VIRAL RIVAL dominates&lt;br /&gt;
They UNITE not UNTIE bonds&lt;br /&gt;
A BURDEN of defeat BURNED&lt;br /&gt;
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With God they form an INTEGRAL TRIANGLE&lt;br /&gt;
To fix a DEBACLE BELACED with malice&lt;br /&gt;
Ignore DEDUCTIONS DISCOUNTED by judgment&lt;br /&gt;
And not let critics STAIN the SATIN of SAINTS&lt;br /&gt;
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Years of FEATS and FATES&lt;br /&gt;
Their DUSTY STUDY a witness&lt;br /&gt;
Of tales FILED in a FIELD of memories&lt;br /&gt;
A RECITAL of an ARTICLE remembered&lt;br /&gt;
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The ROSIEST STORIES they’ve told&lt;br /&gt;
Were of the THICKEST THICKETS they’ve conquered&lt;br /&gt;
How while in the DESERT they’ve RESTED&lt;br /&gt;
A DETOUR they’ve TOURED and ROUTED&lt;br /&gt;
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Mingling now with PAIRS in PARIS&lt;br /&gt;
At a CAFE they FACE each other&lt;br /&gt;
She REACTS as he TRACES&lt;br /&gt;
The FRINGES of her hand with his FINGERS&lt;br /&gt;
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While SEATED they TEASED each other&lt;br /&gt;
Their conversations LAPSE into PEALS of laughter&lt;br /&gt;
As they glimpse a SLIVER of a future lined with SILVER&lt;br /&gt;
Their IDEALS SAILED together&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/6700849862516644770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/07/enrico-and-corine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/6700849862516644770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/6700849862516644770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/07/enrico-and-corine.html' title='Enrico and Corine'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsJm-nY25BKEEPkA6BvwoDM2FTm21-7aUHGj6C-mtlCzeo9p-RVIjWB-6DpRJ98VHmHEBCilnDl0rmg8TFxKf_OychWjG0JkLZQRaf_jc5aTg8S5liZzgF7iUB3KmHB5e5SXD2ZhLLoW2e/s72-c/DSC_0719.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-2209218706392346008</id><published>2020-07-17T02:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2020-07-17T08:10:29.109-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Series review"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Chosen"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TV Series"/><title type='text'>The Chosen: A Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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Gregory Maguire’s unique account of The Wicked Witch of the West, whom he named Elphaba – a homage to L. Frank Baum (L.F.B.), the character’s original creator – has so riveted me that I have since developed a fascination for narratives that depict characters, beloved or otherwise, under a different light. It’s one of the reasons the TV series Once Upon A Time captivated my imagination and why Dallas Jenkins’ The Chosen has accomplished the same feat.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Chosen, however, has achieved far more than any of the body of work I mentioned above. Maguire and the creators of Once Upon A Time have succeeded in re-imagining well-known fairy tales; but I daresay that the job of expounding on Cinderella’s story is not as daunting as limning Jesus and His disciples from a fresh point of view; the former, after all, is not constrained by the added responsibility of ensuring that they don’t misrepresent history or going against Biblical truth.&lt;/div&gt;
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I grew up watching revered personalities in the Bible portrayed by various actors on TV, on stage, or on the big screen. The story of Jesus, specifically – His birth, ministry, death, and resurrection – have been featured ad nauseam for years. The characterizations themselves were powerful because of the inherent nature of what they were chronicling, and as someone familiar with the Gospel accounts, I sat through those productions and have appreciated them from a perspective of a Christian cherishing her faith in Jesus Christ. The Chosen, on the other hand, has not only delighted the believer in me but has enraptured me as a film buff, story fiend, and lover of all artistic expressions.&lt;/div&gt;
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The direction, the screenplay, the musical score, the cinematography, and the actors’ performances – particularly Jonathan Roumie as Jesus – are all commendable. However, you could have all of these elements working together and still not create a masterpiece the same way Dallas Jenkins did in this series. How he has managed to do so is something beyond his own knack for telling stories and I’m certain that Jenkins himself would agree.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Bible is already a treasure trove of fascinating stories that will move you to tears. The account of Jesus’ interactions with individuals in the Gospels alone is a gold mine for filmmakers and many have tapped into it for decades. What they have failed to execute was explore just how human Jesus was in a manner that The Chosen has effectively done: practical and realistic. They showed Jesus earning a living building wooden toys for children, starting a camp fire, cooking, and nursing a cut – He might as well have been my next door neighbor. They have credibly translated the humanity of Jesus  without diminishing His deity.&lt;/div&gt;
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Jenkins and his team have also added another dimension to each of the individuals that Jesus encountered during His ministry by giving them compelling back stories without tainting the truth. As a result, they have knitted a colorful tapestry of characters that are extremely relatable on a personal level.&lt;/div&gt;
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Whenever I watch a movie or TV series, I tend to pick favorite lines and scenes. The Chosen, however, is eight episodes worth of stirring moments and memorable words that evoke strong emotional reactions and inspire meaningful intellectual discussions that choosing the ones I prefer was a challenging task. I did manage – with a measure of difficulty – to choose one scene from each episode.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 1: I Have Called You By Name&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Lilith, a woman tormented by evil spirits for most of her life, was about to consume a beverage that she thought would help drown the excruciating torture she battled for years. Jesus walked into the bar, touched the hand that she used to reached out for the glass, and said, “That’s not for you.”&lt;/div&gt;
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Lilith then hastily left the bar with the glass in her hand after her brief conversation with Jesus when suddenly she heard Him say, “Mary of Magdala.”&lt;/div&gt;
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She dropped the glass, turned with a perplexed look on her face and asked, “Who are you? How do you know my name?”&lt;/div&gt;
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Mary couldn’t believe her ears. Those were the words her father taught her as a child and she knew them by heart.&lt;/div&gt;
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“...and He who formed you. Fear not for I have redeemed you. I have called you by name,” Jesus continued saying as He walked slowly towards her then said, “You are mine.”&lt;/div&gt;
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Jesus touched Mary’s face and she cried and melted into His embrace.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(It was an intensely personal and relatable moment. That look. That voice. I have imagined it my whole life and to have a visual representation of that person in my head was nothing sort of surreal. Jonathan Roumie is every bit how I’ve pictured Jesus to be and Elizabeth Tabish brought Mary of Magdala’s character to life so effectively. This scene brings on the tears every single time.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 2: Shabat&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Matthew sat on the ground outside his home and quietly ate his Shabat dinner with his dog.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(The scene was part of a video montage of various households celebrating Shabat shown towards the end of the episode. It was only a few seconds long but the moment was so poignant it stayed with me even as the end credits started to roll. Paras Patel played to perfection the role of Matthew who, in this series, was portrayed as someone exhibiting symptoms of Asperger’s syndrome and an obsessive-compulsive behavior. Patel’s rendition of the Jewish tax collector shunned by his people and his family was so affecting that even though I knew he would later become one of Jesus’ disciples, I rooted for him the entire time. Perhaps it’s this part of me that has an affinity for people with special needs, but Matthew – next to Jesus – is my favorite character in the show and I thoroughly enjoyed every scene with him in it.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 3: Jesus Loves the Little Children&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Episode 4. The Rock On Which It Is Built&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Simon sat in his boat and tried to catch fish – and failed – in the middle of the night out of desperation because he needed to pay his overdue taxes to Rome the following day. In his frustration, he screams and went into this rant directed at God:&lt;/div&gt;
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“’And I will make your descendants as many as the stars in the heavens.’ And then what, huh? Make the chosen as many as the stars only to let Egypt enslave us for generations! Bring us out of Egypt, part the Red Sea, only to let us wander in the desert for 40 years! Give us the land, only to let us be exiled in Babylon. Bring us back, only to be crushed by Rome! This is the God I’ve served so faithfully my entire life. You’re the God I’m supposed to thank. You know, if I didn’t know any better I’d say You enjoy yanking us around like goats and can’t decide whether we’re chosen or not. Which one is it, huh?”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(Who hasn’t uttered a variation of these words at some point in their lives? I certainly have. This particular scene shows how we can be vulnerable before God and He won’t strike us with lightning (LOL). He already knows the things that bother us anyway so He understands whenever we are overwhelmed by our circumstances and we resort to blaming Him for our perceived misfortunes. Shahar Isaac’s portrayal of the Simon in the Gospels who had a loud mouth, impatient, and impulsive, was on point. However, he did manage to make Simon a little bit more endearing and relatable than in the Biblical accounts; and that is a great thing.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Simon was relating to his wife, Eden, how he met Jesus, how he has decided to quit fishing, take Jesus’ offer, and follow Him. When he saw that Eden was upset, he said, “I know, I know, I know it makes no sense, and I knew it would make you upset, all I can tell you is if this is...”&lt;/div&gt;
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Eden interrupted him and said, “I’m not upset. Oh, why would I be upset? Come here. Come here.” When Simon walked up to her, she continued, “This is the man that I married.”&lt;/div&gt;
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“Fear alone ensures we remain ignorant, asleep in the safety of a rigid tradition. Take the Sadducees, they take the first five books, the law of Moses, as inspired Scripture. The rest they disregard. To them, God stopped speaking when Moses died. Think of all they have missed: the Psalms of David, the stories of Ruth and Boaz, Esther and Mordecai... I don’t want to live in some bleak past where God cannot do anything new, do you?”&lt;/div&gt;
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The Chosen is a work of art that achieves its goal of introducing Jesus to a world disillusioned with God. If I were a nonbeliever or a backslider and I watch these relatable characters’ lives unfold onscreen – Jesus, especially – I would definitely take a second look at what I have been missing all along. So kudos to Dallas Jenkins, the actors, and the entire team for creating this masterpiece. With the level of anointing that’s evident in this first season and the caliber of talent working on it, I am certain that the coming seasons would be worth looking forward to.&lt;/div&gt;
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Wielded in wastlelands wreaked by weeds&lt;/div&gt;
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Worthless, wearisome wrangles&lt;/div&gt;
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Wars waged with wantonness&lt;/div&gt;
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A wicked word welts and wounds&lt;/div&gt;
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Weakens, wears, and wrings&lt;/div&gt;
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Wayward warnings, worrisome wallops&lt;/div&gt;
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Whittles a welcome to wordless wails&lt;/div&gt;
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Warmth wanes for want of worship&lt;/div&gt;
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Wonder withers, whimpers by the wayside&lt;/div&gt;
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Wishes wilt, wince with the wind&lt;/div&gt;
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Whispers of worry, whines go wild&lt;/div&gt;
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Wisdom withheld wavers&lt;/div&gt;
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Wit not written is weightless&lt;/div&gt;
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Worlds of wealth winnowed by the wind&lt;/div&gt;
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A wellspring of water wasted&lt;/div&gt;
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Weave with wholehearted wariness&lt;/div&gt;
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Woes worded with wretched whims&lt;/div&gt;
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But write as wise warriors&lt;/div&gt;
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Words that win willing witnesses&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/5885514093617416734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/05/words.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/5885514093617416734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/5885514093617416734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/05/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWMeguc22527hR5lEal_9smL5Lp2-aHVxEfaJOVK6FME2kvZWw-Wfysc1KC9Nm6_XYbN_PSp3EaK55PS6d8r0Su9WBqzsoRb0ARULyLcbI5Ii6B2pUVGVp2QKus0NuvD5zfApLtO-CDB-_/s72-c/IMG_4913.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-4861511736558473968</id><published>2020-05-05T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2020-06-23T23:27:05.059-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coronavirus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="knowledge"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pandemic"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wisdom"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing challenge"/><title type='text'>Not Yet But Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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As children, we spent a lot of time with our heads in the clouds; at least, I did. But adulthood has a way of grounding us. The idealism of youth eventually fades into the pragmatism of maturity. But though lofty imaginations give way to realistic expectations, a lot of questions persist.&lt;br /&gt;
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When?&lt;br /&gt;
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Our brain has 86 billion neurons, 1000 trillion synaptic connections, 1 trillion bit per second of processing power, and 1000 terabytes of memory. Why would God give us the potential to hold such vast amounts of information and knowledge if we were not meant to utilize all of it? Why did He give us an extensive capacity to know and yet we know so little?&lt;br /&gt;
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Ptr. Steven Furtick, in his teaching last Sunday, affirmed one of the things God&#39;s been saying since the onset of this coronavirus pandemic:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&quot;You don&#39;t need to know the 10-year plan to praise God today. Releasing your need to know is the hardest thing.&quot; &lt;/i&gt;Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;
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We want to understand. Science was born out of that perceived need. We&#39;ve sought to explain intangible aspects of the universe with tangible methods, the infinite mind of its Creator using finite means and when we fail at putting the unquantifiable in a box, we dismiss it as myth. Knowledge and understanding is good, some even say it&#39;s power; but the blind pursuit to quench our thirst of it could be detrimental instead of edifying.&lt;br /&gt;
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On various occasions over the years, we have asked God WHEN He&#39;s going to move, HOW He will cause things to unfold, WHERE do we start, WHAT is taking so long, and WHY He has not given us the clarity we think we need. Our desire to know and make sense of everything that happens in our lives--the rejection, the unmet expectations, the hurt, the losses, the unfulfilled dreams--is inherent in our nature. From the moment Adam and Eve ate the fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, we have carried this burden in our souls, this incessant drive to satisfy our curiosity. But perhaps we don&#39;t need to fathom the unfathomable; maybe mysteries need to stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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On the one hand we declare that God is in control; but on the other, we refuse to let go of the reins. In one breath we say God knows everything; but in another we question the work of His hands. Either God is God and He is omniscient or He isn&#39;t. If the former, then we can trust Him and we could abandon this quest of comprehending all the hows and whys of our situations, conundrums, and predicaments. If the latter, then we are doomed to the torment of thoughts that run amok and dominate our consciousness. A form of hell, wouldn&#39;t you think?&lt;br /&gt;
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The Bible says that God gives wisdom and knowledge to the people who please Him (Ecclesiastes 2:26) and if we ask it of Him, He will give it to us (James 1:5) because wisdom, the kind we get from above, helps us discern the will of God for our lives (Ephesians 5:15-17), therefore, essential to our Christian walk. So, certainly, it&#39;s not wrong to ask God for understanding. But God doesn&#39;t operate the way we want Him to, reveal truths as we expect them, and according to our timetables. In due course, He makes all things clear. We simply need to trust and be patient.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, by all means, we should ask God for wisdom. But with it ask for an abundance of patience and throw in a good measure of joy, peace, and faith. Because in seasons similar to the one we are in now, a season where nothing seems to make sense, a season where the need to understand could become the root cause of our anxieties, we are going to need a lot of the other stuff as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/4861511736558473968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/05/not-yet-but-soon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/4861511736558473968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/4861511736558473968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/05/not-yet-but-soon.html' title='Not Yet But Soon'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivoAQtt03eI4lt55yLwroqkNpDCYs6oYDUzsJiWq15zl6024oWzaWv-9HHUi4Y6Um_53eqLbkp4TyPqvdDiNSMBIeNhtLt7IRgiMTrWX_H380ILMwpUwRwui6K0x7LthwutYMIbGF_zZ4p/s72-c/IMG_0382.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-1424309277092813340</id><published>2020-04-22T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2020-04-22T21:19:43.033-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Appreciation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="coronavirus"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="covid-19"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratitude"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing challenge"/><title type='text'>What Was To What Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
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When the coronavirus spread like wildfire around the world, communities were quarantined, people advised to stay home, and travel restrictions quickly became the most practical solution to mitigate the havoc it has caused thus far. In one fell swoop, Covid-19 held hostage an important facet of our lives: freedom.&lt;/div&gt;
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I missed my friends and some of my colleagues during the first few days of this lockdown. I missed hugs, impromptu coffee dates, and Sunday brunches; but I quickly got over that. I&#39;m really not much of a social butterfly. I can go for months without attending a single party or get-together. I don&#39;t mind being by myself to read a book, write, binge-watch TV shows, or catch up on movies I haven&#39;t seen. I don&#39;t even mind that plans need to be put on hold; such is life. But I do mind that I can&#39;t do certain things whenever I want and could no longer come and go as I please to wherever I choose: the beach, the mountains, the woods, or even a quick walk to the river.&lt;/div&gt;
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This crisis has certainly given me a deeper appreciation for the liberties I used to enjoy. But as much as we mourn the normal that we&#39;ve gotten used to, maybe we should also learn to be thankful for the normal we now have. Gratitude, we&#39;ve often heard said, is an attitude that puts us in a state of contentment, a humble stance that acknowledges everything we have is a gift from a generous God who did not begrudge us His own Son so we could have a hope and a future.&lt;br /&gt;
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But a thankful heart is not always our default. I needed to go down a dark and treacherous valley to discover that about myself. Prior to my move to New York, I had a comfortable and sheltered existence, by God&#39;s grace. When you live in abundance (or when the world is not threatened by a silent killer) it&#39;s easy to be thankful. But there&#39;s also a danger of taking things for granted. And if it were not for a particularly difficult season that taught me to cherish all that I&#39;ve been given without holding on too tightly to temporary things like money, status, job security, or even certain relationships, I would&#39;ve persisted in the error of my ways and be none the wiser. But God intervened and showed me the real condition of my heart (and He&#39;s doing the same thing to all of us during this critical period).&lt;/div&gt;
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For an entire year, a decade and a half ago, I struggled to find something to be thankful for. When you&#39;re barely making ends meet and are in constant fear of losing your job, disappointing your family, and having your dream crushed before your very eyes, you only see stormy, threatening clouds. You look for silver linings but none could be found. You want to be grateful for your life but can&#39;t because you simply want out: out of the despair that terrorizes your days, the anxieties that plague your nights, and the extreme sadness that no one can grasp.&lt;/div&gt;
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It is, indeed, easy to sing praises, raise our voices in jubilant shouts, and lift our arms in victory when our cupboards are full, our bank account balances are way north of zero, and our health (physical, mental, emotional, and psychological) is not endangered by a crisis of pandemic proportions. In challenging and uncertain times, however, gratitude becomes a choice, a decision we make daily, an intentional act of faith.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;d like to say that I breezed through that yearlong turmoil with flying colors. But I was weak and my flesh only felt the paralyzing fear that gripped it. Hope was always there and heaven&#39;s light usually shines brightest in those hellish moments. But I didn&#39;t see it amidst the tears that won&#39;t stop flowing, the desolation that put blinders on my eyes, and the depression that kept me from noticing anything but the hole I was in. Nevertheless, the light was there. It was there for me, especially one fateful night when, in a fit of utter desperation, I renounced God. But it stayed with me, HE stayed with me, until I saw HIM shine through my pain, my anger, my hopelessness. And no matter how dire the circumstances: the loss of a job, a loved one, or suffering from the effects of the virus, God is faithful and He is for us. And even if that&#39;s the only thing we have, the only thing we can hold, we can be grateful.&lt;/div&gt;
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We could bemoan the fact that we now have to think twice before we go outside and have to maximize our time to reduce our risk of exposure to the virus. But if we choose to focus on WHAT WAS, we would miss the delights of WHAT IS: a lesser workload, more occasions to rest, study God&#39;s word and linger in His presence, and more opportunities to learn new skills and hone the ones we possess. The things we take for granted this season, might be the same ones we&#39;ll long for when all this is over. Then our lives would be a constant cycle of pining for things we lost rather than celebrating the ones we have.&lt;/div&gt;
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A sense of nostalgia for our joys a few months ago is understandable. But let&#39;s not forget that though we miss certain things, we still have the ones that really matter. It varies for each of us but here are some of mine: sisters who send me funny, adorable, and sweet videos of my niece and nephews because they know that would make my day, parents who check up on me and make sure that I&#39;m okay, a fiancé who prays with me, takes time to listen to my musings, and encourages my wild dreams, and a God Who fights my battles, provides, protects, and Whose purposes and will for my life prevails.&lt;/div&gt;
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Forgive me if I sound too hopeful and if my confessions are not resonating well. For people who are in the thick of it, those battling more than the loss of simple pleasures, these words would ring hollow at best. I wish I could offer more, but right now they&#39;re all I have plus a firm belief that the God who parted the Red Sea so His people can cross over unharmed is the same God we serve today. And we can put our trust and hope in Him. It may not appear so, but this too shall pass because God is still in control.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/feeds/1424309277092813340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/04/what-was-to-what-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/1424309277092813340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4296229393994013676/posts/default/1424309277092813340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://royaltyinburlap.blogspot.com/2020/04/what-was-to-what-is.html' title='What Was To What Is'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09I5wgpgg93HRZug4JVPPdPLGht1yGrzJhNO64HaqXmUMaINtnlTEuP1eRLwbQ0xiYdhNP4nqZ64wmeF5I-DbSK_eOzElsEkkMS0SuroJ5AIYiAqHWIxORI4CFqvh2YU6ViGXEcq9zhYg/s72-c/IMG_4738.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4296229393994013676.post-8028428077600126840</id><published>2020-04-17T19:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2020-04-22T17:58:43.009-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Donald Trump"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="politics"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="writing challenge"/><title type='text'>The Trump Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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I sat through the campaign speeches.&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;ve seen the interviews.&lt;/div&gt;
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I read the tweets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I listened to the press conferences from the White House lawn.&lt;/div&gt;
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And he was not my choice for president.&lt;/div&gt;
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It&#39;s one thing to decide on whether you like a leader based on what others say about him. And it&#39;s quite another when you hear for yourself the words he says in unedited media footages from news corporations that support him. I saw and heard too many red flags...&lt;/div&gt;
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...the lack of financial transparency (i.e., he refuses to make his tax returns public)&lt;/div&gt;
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...the name-calling (&quot;Dummy Beto&quot;, &quot;Fat Jerry&quot;, &quot;Crazy Bernie&quot;, &quot;Weirdo Tom Stayer&quot;, &quot;Low IQ Maxine Waters&quot;, &quot;No talent Samantha Bee&quot;, &quot;The Dumbest Man on Television Don&quot;)&lt;/div&gt;
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...the racist remarks (&quot;Why are we having all these people from shithole countries come here?&quot;)&lt;/div&gt;
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...his disrespect of the law (&quot;I could stand in the middle of 5th Avenue and shoot somebody and I wouldn&#39;t lose voters.&quot;)&lt;/div&gt;
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...his overinflated opinion of himself (&quot;...if Turkey does anything that I, in my great and unmatched wisdom, consider to be off limits, I will totally destroy and obliterate the economy of Turkey... I&#39;ve done before!&quot;)&lt;/div&gt;
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...his criticisms of other preidents, even though he does the same things himself (i.e., frequent golfing trips)&lt;/div&gt;
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Yet despite his character flaws and shortcomings he is the person God ANOINTED to lead the United States. God can use anyone. He used Moses after he murdered an Egyptian. He used David despite his adultery. He used Samson despite him squandering his strength for the sake of a woman. He used Paul despite the persecutions he laid upon the early Christian church. And despite Donald Trump&#39;s past and present failings God has chosen to use him. And because of that, I choose to respect the man and the office he&#39;s in and try to find things that I could admire. Here are some of them...&lt;/div&gt;
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We do tend to hold our leaders to a higher standard, standards that we ourselves find hard to live by. But because of the nature and the level of responsibility and accountability of the position they seek and occupy, we often lay expectations on their shoulders that are often too idealistic; and when they don&#39;t live up to them, when they don&#39;t fit the mold we want to put them in we react in a negative way. I&#39;m not saying we can&#39;t have those reactions; our humanity often fails us in this aspect. But if we can&#39;t get past our dislike of the person (or the hate in some cases), who is it really hurting?&lt;br /&gt;
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President Trump does not have a shortage of haters and detractors, people who are hell-bent on disrupting his presidency and refuse to honor him despite the good things he&#39;s done for the country (i.e., decreased unemployment rate). I certainly understand where they&#39;re coming from. However, the presidency is the highest office of the land and, whether we like the person who holds it or not, we need to stand united behind it and pray that the leader tasked to uphold its functions would succeed because the country depends on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Covid-19 pandemic has brought to the forefront the debates concerning the president&#39;s seeming inability to lead the country out of this crisis. When asked about the clumsy way virus testing was handled he said, &quot;I don&#39;t take responsibility at all.&quot; All his critics had a field day out of that because the tacit understanding is if you&#39;re the leader, the buck stops with you. But the fact that President Trump deflected the blame to the previous administration instead of owning up to his own&#39;s mistakes, has given the opposition ammunition to tear him down.&lt;br /&gt;
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But Trump is anything but a cowering boy in the lunchroom. So he naturally lashed back and so begins the barrage of Tweets against governors, mayors, and reporters who fired at him. But all this verbal back-and-forth, though understandable and in some cases necessary (because healthy discourses serve its purpose) will not solve this health crisis and neither will it move the country forward. As citizens, we need to learn how to tune out the noise coming from either side of the aisle and focus on being part of the solution.&lt;br /&gt;
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Instead of nitpicking and pointing out the things the president is doing wrong, let&#39;s highlight the positive ones. Instead of sitting on the couch and screaming at the TV every time Donald Trump has a press briefing, let&#39;s find opportunities to help (e.g., volunteer, donate, motivate/encourage someone, etc.). Instead of focusing on why we don&#39;t like him, let&#39;s find reasons why we could. It may not be readily apparent but I am sure he is trying his best. His health is at risk too. His family is at risk too. America is his country too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Think about it this way: would you rather be him at this critical moment in our history? Would you be able to do a better job? I certainly wouldn&#39;t and I don&#39;t know if I could. So, let&#39;s be gracious. Pray. And pray some more.&lt;br /&gt;
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In his letter to the Philippians, Paul exhorted his brothers to continue to &quot;advance the Gospel&quot; out of love for it and not be affected by those who do so out of envy, rivalry, selfish ambition, and false motives because regardless of how the Gospel is preached, the important thing is it is preached. He also encouraged them to be united, humble, serve one another, be obedient to God, and to do everything without complaints or contentions among each other so they may be found holy and blameless and be a light to their generation. Paul also warned them against legalism, to not place confidence in their familial heritage, accomplishments, place in society, or talents because they are all garbage in light of a Holy God. However, what srikes me the most in this epistle is the general sense of rejoicing that Paul endeavored to convey to all the saints in Philippi.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was a young Christian, I was daunted and intimidated and a bit scared when I read about Paul the apostle&#39;s life (or snippets of it, at least) through the letters he wrote to the early Christian churches he ministered to. My mind was blown away by the trials he endured. My daily inconveniences pale in comparison to his struggles and yet I still find myself complain about them sometimes. God, in His infinite wisdom, knows exactly what I could and couldn&#39;t handle and I am thankful for that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A study of the Philippians reminded me of some of the things Paul wrestled with but also of the unfathomable joy and peace he found amidst all of it.  I wonder, however, how many times Paul had a human moment, instances when he felt he&#39;s had enough of the imprisonment, judgment, persecution, hatred, isolation, and rejection? In my experience, whenever I&#39;m in the thick of the battle, I need to work extra hard (i.e., conscious and intentional effort) to focus on things that are tue, noble, right, pure, lovely, excellent, and praiseworthy (Philippians 4:8).&lt;/div&gt;
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My past travails (if you can even call it that) would not hold a candle to Paul&#39;s tragedies. Would I have the same exuberance he had when faced with the challenges he did? A joy like Paul&#39;s stems from a much deeper understanding of God&#39;s love, grace, and mercy. Something we won&#39;t fathom unless we have a personal experience of it. To be honest, if I had a choice in the matter I really wouldn&#39;t want to find out. But leaving one&#39;s comfort zone and stepping out in faith is where growth and miracles happen. God calls us away from things that are familiar and outside of our control to empty us of the superfluous things that hold us down.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I reflected on this joy that Paul speaks about, I was drawn to what he wrote in Philipians 3: 13-14 (HCSB), &lt;i&gt;&quot;Brothers, I do not consider myself to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: FORGETTING WHAT IS BEHIND and REACHING FORWARD TO WHAT IS AHEAD, I pursue as my goal the prize promised by God&#39;s heavenly call in Christ Jesus.&quot;&lt;/i&gt; Seasons of testing are inevitable. Dark days will come. But in Jesus, we have a hope. We know that we are but sojourners in this earth and &lt;i&gt;&quot;our citizenship is in heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ. He will transform the body of our humble condition into the likeness of His glorious body, by the power that enables Him to subject everything to himself.&quot; &lt;/i&gt;(Philippians 3: 20-21, HCSB)&lt;br /&gt;
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The revelation of this truth gave Paul a reason to rejoice despite the things he had to suffer through. We can have the same joy as well. Sure, there will be tears, fears, doubts, questions, anxieties, and moments of extreme sorrow and grief but the Psalmist said, &quot;For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.&quot; (Psalm 30:5, NKJV)&lt;/div&gt;
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When Jesus prayed in the garden of Gethsemane on the night before He died, He was deeply distressed and horrified (Mark 14:33, HCSB), and He said to His disciples, &quot;My soul is swallowed up in sorrow--to the point of death...&quot; (Mark 14:34, HCSB). Jesus, when confronted with the inevitability of His death, felt what we all feel when we are faced with the threat of financial ruin, the death of a loved one, the curtailment of our freedom, a health crisis, or a viral (coronavirus) pandemic the likes of which we never thought we&#39;d ever see in our lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, like Jesus, we will have bleak Fridays when we don&#39;t have the strength to get out of bed and Saturdays when we are mere minutes away from giving up. But just as Paul endured his trials for the sake of the goal he is reaching for...&lt;br /&gt;
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And as Jesus surrendered to the will of the Father and suffered the pain and humiliation of the cross because he knows He will rise on the third day, we can go through our dark Fridays and Saturdays because...&lt;br /&gt;
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