Enough writes:
Pushed myself hard today. Made a tour around the whole oasis the better to plan for the end of my fast.
Carry an inventory of edibles in my head.
Wait with expectation.
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Day Two Hundred Twenty Nine Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
Peace is my daily portion. He fills me to overflowing. My food is to do that for which He has made me. I long to be about His business.
Soon and very soon.
Day Two Hundred Twenty Eight Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
Woke early to watch the stars set. Somewhere over that horizon the sea awaits. But I know there is another in the opposite direction. Hence the dilemma.
Should we return from whence we came?
Day Two Hundred Twenty Seven Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
Vast stretches of water fill my dreams. Oceans. And I am viewing them from the deck of a ship.
An ocean voyage or two will be made in our future. But I wonder where to.
Day Two Hundred Twenty Six Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
Move very slow now, even glacial as I walk from place to place. Soon I may not budge at all from my special place.
Another day gone by. And no Stan. Count my blessings. Three times.
Day Two Hundred Twenty Five Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
As this fast lengthens, realize the need to lessen my movements and exertions.
My world is shrinking. And it must be so. Through the eye of the needle.
It also means Stan may no longer be avoidable.
Day Two Hundred Twenty Four Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
Sense the danger is past. And the calming silence gives way to the whispers of the Spirit.
He infuses strength and a knowledge of His promised presence even through the coming trials.
Linger long by the drinking pool.
Day Two Hundred Twenty Three Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
Stan did not pursue me. Not physically. But his voice in my head gave me no rest until by force of will I cut it off.
Today he breathes threats against Lyle.
I intercede all day for my friend.
Day Two Hundred Twenty Two Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
Walked to the area beyond the brackish water. It was quite garden-like.
Its fragrances wafted over me. I was almost rendered unconscious.
Then the voice. I turned.
It was Stan’s.
I shook my head at him and ran away.
Day Two Hundred Twenty One Afternoon #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld
Enough writes:
Have been leaning into the presence of the Spirit from last evening until now.
Now need to move about to flex my muscles and work out the stiffness. And reflect on the many revelations.
And to prepare for the inevitable assault.
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