Enoch writes:
Rufus and Clarissa returned for more provisions for Elijah (yes, I know Lyle’s real identity).
Pray we will soon be together and be about our work.
Tag Archives: Enough writes
Day Two Hundred Forty Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
I am Enoch, seventh from Adam.
Day Two Hundred Thirty Nine Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
I was present, but not there. I shared in everything, but unseen.
I no longer ask why not.
‘Twas the reward for faith.
Day Two Hundred Thirty Eight Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
Lyle has attained the summit. He stands with four others, arranged around a sixth at their center.
The Sixth in brilliance as the sun.
Day Two Hundred Thirty Seven Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
Saw Lyle stumble to his feet in the clear light of day.
Encouraged to see him continue on.
Wonder if he knows he’s not alone.
Day Two Hundred Thirty Six Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
I stare at the mountain all day long. And the more I look the closer it appears to me.
I see figures climbing towards the summit.
Day Two Hundred Thirty Five Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
The mountain rests a good way off. A strong desire within me longs to strike out for it immediately.
But the Spirit says, “No.”
I will obey.
Day Two Hundred Thirty Three Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
Dreamed last night that I was standing at the edge of the oasis. The sun was rising, but so was a rock from the floor of the desert.
Day Two Hundred Thirty Two Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
My fever, or whatever it was, broke this morning.
Much more steady in body and mind now.
Am feeling more invigorated having washed off the sweat of my torment.
Thankful.
Day Two Hundred Thirty One Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
Scattered thoughts. Hard to focus. Need a drink of water.
Feel I should run away, but cannot.
Drowsy. Close my eyes and I am in a panic.
Couldn’t force myself awake.
