Day One Thousand One Hundred Eighty Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

I cannot write down all that I am feeling. I am so shaken.  All I can think about is Mawuli and his plight.  Over and over I say to myself – we have to do something.

I have to do something.

My thoughts fill up with scenario after scenario. All formed around a desire to see Mawuli whisked out of danger. An end that I know could easily result in disaster for all involved.

Tomas, too, came by and bounced some of his plans off of me. He wants to enlist Reuben and Sy and Magwich, and with their aid, lead a raid with them wherever the boy is being held.

It took Elijah’s wise intervention to settle us all down.

Day One Thousand Twenty Four #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Elijah sent me off to rest last night and in addition told me to observe a Sabbath today.

Just how hard that has been to do, confirmed how much it was needed.

It was very difficult to stop thinking about Tomas and Jezer. And when not focused on their plight, my concern rolled over onto Elam and Sy and Jordan off in the Galilee.

Realizing that laying on my bed in  such a state was far from restful, I arose and sought solace in the set apart place.

When I entered I found Elijah and Mawuli there, each separated into their own niche. I moved further back seeking one of my own. And soon I was able to unburden myself.