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Edan Town

Genevieve awoke to the high-pitched whistle of a tea kettle and the smell of bacon cooking. Lazily she rolled over to look at her clock and discovered it was much later than she had anticipated. She leaped from her bed, got tangled in her covers, went down with a thud and then sprang again towards her wardrobe- hurrying to dress herself for the day.
Elizabeth laughed as her longtime friend nearly fell down the stairs while trying to put on her shoes. Normally, it was Gen who was the morning glory, but today she enjoyed the switch. “Having issues this morning?” “You might say that.” The response was followed by a sudden ‘ouch!’ as she spilled hot water on her hand while pouring a cup of tea.
“There is no sense rushing Gen, everyone will be fine if we are a bit late.” It was that remark that made Genevieve stop and remember once more that they were no longer in the big city, but in a small town no one had ever heard of that was not even located on the map.

You might ask how they came upon such a town. Well, i will tell you. Shortly after the war began Genevieve’s family moved in with Eliza’s in attempt to conserve and keep costs low. Eventually the bombings became so horrible that both fathers agreed to send their daughters to the country. Eliza was the youngest of 3 and her other two sisters were married, though both sets living in the same house while the men fought in the war. Gen, on the other hand was an only child.
They had had trouble deciding where to send them until Eliza’s father recalled the somewhat miraculous little town his mother had grown up in and since there was no map with it on there, they had gone through the attic for sometime before his mother’s journal was found with directions written in it. It had been her wish for her son to go back someday and raise his family there. But he had refused in order to bring his family up where they may have the experience to travel or continue school if they wished. But he called it miraculous anyway, for two reasons: one, that it managed to stay off the radar in an ever shrinking world and two- that it was ever self sustaining and old fashioned.
So with their small horse and wagon the two packed their small collection of belongings and left with little but a diary to guide them. The journey itself could be called mysterious and had taken a total of 10 days, it would have taken longer had the two been able to sleep much. But instead of stopping at night they would often continue, taking turns in the back on top of the luggage.
On their second day they stopped at the last town before the wood which was mentioned in the the journal as being the only town before they reached their destination. They sent back a letter to their parents saying they had reached that point safely and were continuing on into the Wood. The clerk who took the letter laughed and jested that nothing lay beyond into the Wood except the neighboring towns that were mapped on the other side. He seemed like a nice man, even if his ears did bother Gen. She had never seen such sharp pointy ears and had to resist the urge to pull on them to see if they were real. As they left he waved cheerfully goodbye to them.
“Suppose he thinks we will get scared and come running back?” “Not sure, but if he truly believed there was nothing past here, don’t you think he would have been more persistent on us not going?” “Good point Eliza.”
The wood itself was a rich, old wood. One of those that you find on the edge of something ancient, or written about in great fantasy novels. That would be how Eliza described it. It was not, however, a silent wood. Indeed, there was a small breeze that had the leaves clapping along as if to welcome two great performers on stage; the birds sang boldly as if they had not a care in the world. It was a happy old forest they decided and after that drew the conclusion to not be afraid.
It was nearly lunch time when they reached a small brook and they decided to would be a great place to stop and eat. Eliza unhooked the weary horse and guided it to the stream while Gen grabbed her skillet and some of the meat they had bought just that morning in the town in front of the Wood.

 

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Meekness ain’t so meek

So this evening after all was said and done I thought I’d read my Bible a bit before heading off to bed. And my findings were so… brilliant that I thought I’d share them! (not that I’m brilliant, though im kind of smart, but that God’s truth was brilliant!) 

I opened up to James chapter 1 and continued where I had left off last night verse 17. Which even now as I skim over it was packed full of biblical goodness for my soul to omnomnom. Yes I did just use that word in a ‘religious’ sentence. hee! 
Anyway I stumbled upon verse 21. Which isn’t complete without the the first 2 verses before it:
“You must understand this, my beloved: let everyone be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger; for your anger does not produce God’s righteousness. Therefore, rid yourselves of all sordidness and rank growth of wickedness, and welcome with meekness the implanted word that has the power to save your souls.” (1:19-21)

So the first part: quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger. Still working on it. But then there’s a reason for it! “your anger does not produce God’s righteousness.” ouch! But that is the truth! No matter how right I am or no matter how “righteous” I feel my anger is, it still will not produce God’s righteousness, no matter how much screaming, stamping, etc I do.. Because I am not God! 

But then here comes my discovery. I was looking at verse 21 and just thinking about the fact that God’s word has to the power to save souls that I was just amazed! I mean holy catfish! Then I looked at this word “meek” and I thought “hmmph the english language is fickle. I shall look up its original meaning in my Strongs and Vines Concise Dictionary”. Yes I do just happen to have one of those on my desk. They are amazing and you all need to go and buy one right now. Ready, GO! Seriously, they are such a blessing, you really do need one. 

So here is what their definition of meek is: (greek is bolded)

Prautes/ praotes (an earlier form) denotes ‘meekness’. In its use in Scripture, in which it has a fuller, deeper significance than in non-scriptural Greek writings, it consists not in a person’s outward behavior only; nor yet in his relations to his fellow-men; as little in his mere natural disposition. Rather it is an inwrought grace of the soul; and the exercises of it are first and chiefly towards God. It is that temper of the spirit in which we accept His dealing with us as good, and therefore without disputing or resisting; it is closely linked with the word tapeinophrosune (humility) and follows directly upon it Eph. 4:2, Col 3:12
         The meaning of prautes isn’t readily expressed in English, terms like meekness and mildness suggest weakeness whereas prautes does nothing of the kind. Some say gentleness is like it, but prautes describes a condition of mind and heart, gentleness is more actions related. It must be clearly understood, therefore, that the meekness manifested by the Lord and commended to the believer is the fruit of power. The common assumption is that when man is meek it is because he cannot help himself; but the Lord was ‘meek’ because he had the infinite resources of God at His command. It is equanimity of spirit that is neither elated nor cast down, simply because it is not occupied with self at all.” 

Holy cow! So now go reread verse 21. “Welcome with meekness (the power of knowing that God and all He has for me is good) the implanted word that has the power to save your souls!” 

God is good. Good night ❤

PS. Sorry if that last little bit didn’t sum up the definition quite right. I was a bit at a loss for how to put that together, but you get the gist!

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