I feel, somehow, that I should share. Perhaps I am making a request. Perhaps I am merely musing. But I must say something.
By the end of this day we should know who will sit in the Oval Office, who will lead our country. It frightens me, terribly, to think of who it may be. There is but one thing that keeps my head held high. No matter who wins, no matter to whose name will be added the word, President, it is God who will lead our country. If the hearts of his people are turned to him, he will lead us. He will guide us and protect us.
I hate the media. I know I should not hate, and perhaps it is not the people I hate, but the deceptions they throw out to us, the mesh of lies and falsehoods that create the veil, no matter how thinly woven, that blinds the people of God to the truth.
Dear Father in Heaven, rip the veil. Tear it in two. Burn it in the fires of your wrath, and the fire of our passion for you. Destroy the deception, Lord! Help us to see!! Go with us through this battle..
The day outside was a calm one, the sun covering the meadow like some gauzy gold shawl interwoven with glittering colored threads, it luxuriant folds dropped over the green of Fleure in a draping, flowing motion. Aldwin emerged from the palace into the brightness of the day, and found himself, looking up, blinded at the sun. The yellow orb lent a quietness to the air, and music seemed to drift from the sky, bathing him in light and peace.
“The calm before a storm,” he whispered. “Any moment we will feel the darkness again. We must be ready. He slipped to one knee behind a wall of white flowers and bowed his head.“Be with us, Father. Night is coming. Awaken us when the day returns.”-from "Wandrian, A Faerie's Journey"
Be with us, Father. Night is coming. Awaken us when the day returns.