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.

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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 One Hundred Ninety Six Evening #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Enough writes:

My captors act crestfallen. My non reaction to their threats upsets them.

Upon their exit, they declared that I am responsible for what happens tomorrow in the square.