Day One Thousand Two Hundred Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

As things turned out, the earthquake was a mixed blessing. It routed the wild dogs. For good. Tomas saw a good bunch of them gobbled up by a closing fissure. But it also damaged some of the interior rooms of the redoubt.

At this discovery we had the added realization that the reappearance of the wild dogs and our response by exiting the redoubt when we did, had kept us all safe from serious injury.

We were each struck with gratitude. For the power seeking and planning our destruction was brought to naught when it became the instrument of our rescue. Praise be to Hamashiach.

Sy and Reuben directed our efforts today to put things to right in the redoubt.

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Day One Thousand Seventy #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah called for a halt today. On the face of it, there was no compelling reason due to any overt threats, but we obeyed without question.

Perhaps it was because of our current surroundings. Except for the absence of water, we were in a depression that shielded us from the constant wind, descending from the mountains at our back.

Or maybe Elijah just saw our need. One which was so close under our noses that we were blinded to its impact.

So, it was with gratitude that we each were able to take time to draw apart. To intercede for those behind in the hiding place, and then for those whom we yet seek, the focus for our united mission.

Day Nine Hundred #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Quasimo came to us to offer his help. He shares our concern over Meesa’s disappearance. Though their acquaintance has been but brief, he has learned from the others her part in their rescue.

Jezer was reticent to accept his offer. Though commending his gratitude as the motivation, he said he’d prefer someone familiar with the region in particular.

I suspected that another reason (or force) was at play here. And Elijah sensed it too.

We sent out Jezer by himself and made the point to pass the rest of the day with Quasimo.

When he related their experiences in the desert, playing hide and seek with another large group, we realized that that mystery group may be one of ours.

Day Six Hundred Forty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

After the briefest of rests, we set out. But within minutes the reason for our backward movement was removed when a lone figure appeared on the horizon.  Even at a distance we knew it was Tomas.

We rushed to him.

I have never seen a more bedraggled and emaciated individual. Yet the Captain fell on his neck, weeping in gratitude to see his friend again.

Elijah and I had to assist them both back to the caravan stop.

Tomas reported there had been a clash between that huge army and many warplanes. With devastation on both sides – but particularly fatal to the flying force as their wreckage lay everywhere.

He is grateful to have escaped being under their renewal of hostilities.

Mother’s Day poem

Today’s a day
Like any other
The sun will shine
The birds will sing

But this day
Not like any other
We set aside
To sing your praise

For your strength
For your wisdom
For your love
We thank you now

All these things
You give your family
Every day
Come rain or shine

Now we rise and
Call you blessed
And I’m grateful
You are mine.

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