Miscellaneous Writings Miscellaneous Writings The True Preacher J esus answered and said to her, Everyone drinking of this water will thirst again; but whoever may drink of the water which I will give him will not thirst, never! But the water which I will give to him will become a fountain of water in him, springing up into everlasting life. The woman said to Him, Sir, give me this water, that I may not thirst, nor come here to draw. Jesus said to her, Go, call your husband and come here. And the woman answered and said, I have no husband. Jesus said to her, Well did you say, I have no husband. For you have had five husbands, and now he whom you have is not your husband. You have spoken this truly. The woman said to Him, Sir, I perceive that You are a prophet. (John 4:13-19) The woman said to Him, I know that Messiah is coming, the One called Christ. When that One comes, He will announce to us all things. Jesus said to her, I AM! the One speaking to you. (John 4:25-26) Then the woman left her waterpot and went away into the city and said to the men, Come, see a Man who told me all things, whatever I did. Is this One not the Christ? (John 4:28-29) Those who desire the Lord must come to Him willingly and sincerely confess their wrong doing, if they do not know they are wrong. It is the preacher's responsibility to use the Gospel in preaching holiness with love that the sinner may know they are at fault. Although the glory is not simply for one to confess their wrong doing, but true confession exposes the shame of sin and the evil thereof by shattering its hard exterior. Leaving it wasted and unwanted. Then the Word of God comes in, and mend the damages cause by sin. ____________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© BACK #Salvation Share

When equality is no longer served by justice, moral lose its course among the people. Without fairness, unreasonable ordeals lead to the demise of a land. AMERIHOLLOW by P. S. Wilmot Little Tommy and Jack his father the storyteller, walk through the Badlands in hurry to their outskirt settlement as the sun set in the northwest. The shadows of the boy and the man grew behind them as the curiosity rise within Little Tommy. He firmly held to his father’s hand. Why is it the Badlands, the boy asks his father, does not good prevail bad, is there hope for the Badlands to ever be a good land again? Jack was one of the many who dwell on the outskirt of the Badlands, by shuffling through the waste of what was once a land of hope, they piece together scraps for a hope for another day.    Though the land stood in silence, but the past of its greatness could be heard in its failed structures. The roads that once brought together civilization and people now serve as the display of man’s failed idea, partly covered in the course of nature. At least the failures of the past and nature did come together, displaying man's broken ingenuity. Cover in green grass and vegetation with the rise of the earth from beneath the feet, soiling the concrete that once lay below the fast-moving feet of the inspired people of the land. Indeed, fast were they and their desire for a change and impatient for a result to a change. As little Tommy continues to tug on his father’s hand, Jack snaps out of his thoughts. Gently pulling the boy by his side, he replied; son, when equality is no longer served by justice, moral lose its course among the people. Without fairness, unreasonable ordeals lead to the demise of a land.   Looking up at his father, little Tommy curiously asks again, what does this mean? With a gaze in his eyes and love for his son. Jack firmly held to the child’s hand. Son, when people dispute because of their indifference, without addressing the reason for the many indifferences, they engage in a battle without an objective. They struggle to overpower one another. This was Jack way of saying to the boy, we have lost it all.    One might conceive defeat based on life’s condition due to a certain situation. Nevertheless, the moral fiber of life will serve as a perseverance and a compass to that which is right. Regardless of life’s position. Doing that which is right will exalt all people, but the compromise of good for evil is a reproach to all people.    Jack and Tommy shuffled through the badlands as it was customary to the boy and his father, scavenging whatsoever they see fit to take home, but the lack of findings on this day open an opportunity for discussions between the boy and the man. Questions and answers, learning and reflecting. Due to the lack of finds on this trip, Jack decided to take a path, a path the dwellers of the outskirt forbid to tread thereon. As his hesitation causes his steps to gradually slow, he found himself trailing his son’s steps. As curiosity grew within the child, Tommy pulls onto his father’s hand, looking ahead, he took the lead in the walk. In the distance was something massive from the boy’s perspective. Grand, but hideous, notable but hollow. It must have been something of importance, but now vandalize. Even for Tommy, his curiosity was stalled as they came within a much clearer view. Awe-stricken, his steps gradually match the pace of his father’s. Almost simultaneously Tommy and Jack stopped. Although the dwellers of the outskirt live without an elected governing system, but their past did govern their existence. This mindset dictates Jack’s decision as they stood gazing at the past and the future, at once.    This hollow of a structure represents the past for Jack. A past too familiar that he dares not to tread upon. Whereas, this represented the future for Tommy, an insight to this failed structure which embodied their past, might give him a better understanding of the future. Without further delay, Jack implies their shuffling through the Badlands was done for the day. Tommy gently weighs his backpack in his left hand, lifting it past his abdomen meant a little was there, or almost nothing therein. Nevertheless, he trusted his father’s decision. Walking back to the settlement was rather quiet, and baffling, but he knew his restraint would grant him another visit to the Badlands with his father. As they drew near their humble dwelling, the sight of dimmed lights lite up sporadically as the evening transition to the night.    This was a time the dwellers of the Settlement gather and trade their findings or give and receive. However, the forbidden path earlier left an impression on Jack. Not of joy, but of uncertainty, a drawn back to the past, the present became obsolete as he walks hand in hand with his boy. Blocking out the chattering and the buzzing of the social of the night trade. In hope to retire for the night by giving the boy to eat whatsoever was left from the previous day.    His short-sighted plan was short lived, when a gentle, familiar, but a striking voice pierced through his thoughts. “Well, well, aren’t you two brave men going to stop to check on an elderly lady?” For the first time, Tommy parted his hand from his father’s hand and ran toward the voice. This was Mrs. Fiducia, she was the remnant of what a family ought to be. A considerate, kind, and caring woman, although she suffered the most loss among the inhabitants. Yet, Mrs. Fiducia was the one who always gives the most. Her appearance did commanded respect from all. Her silver hair, orderly kept in a bun, adorned with a proper attire regardless of the time of the day. Her keen stares were usually followed by a burst of a welcoming smile. Everything she did was somewhat different, but familiar. As Tommy embraces her, she reaches out and embrace him by removing his backpack. Leading him toward the side of her home was a trough. It is time to wash up, Thomas. This was one of the primary examples of the uniqueness of Mrs. Fiducia, while everyone calls him Tommy, she calls him Thomas. Jack stood about a foot away watching the two, as she helps him wash up. Walking past Jack, her hand gently rests on his shoulder; we await you inside for a late-night dinner. The simplicity reflected in her home was the theme of the homes on the outskirt of the Badlands. She had less, not because she lacks anything, but her willingness to give to those in need was the true reflection of the simplicity of her home.  As Jack leans over the trough, hearing the voice of his son relaying the events of the day from within the house, without a doubt he reflected on the memories of having a family with a mother for his son. Walking inside the home, he soon realizes that the quality of life is not predicated upon the unavailability of that which is missing, but how the present is interacted with, will determine the happiness or the sorrow to bear. The happiness of Mrs. Fiducia was the appreciation for the present. She was the host for the night, and she did serve with gladness. The struggle, however, for Jack was embracing the warmth of her home, while avoiding the preserved memories of the incident which led to the absence of her family. For a caring woman like Mrs. Fiducia, it was certain she misses her family. Nevertheless, she wholeheartedly cherishes those in her presence, and the opportunity to love others. There was never a dull moment in her company. Even as dinner progress, though the conversation was between two adults. However, she always finds a way to get Thomas involve during the time at the dinner table. Looking in his direction, she conveyed; Thomas, I think it is time you learn other things than scrapping beyond the outskirt. There are a lot you could learn here at home; don’t you think Jack? Jack was a friendly man and easy to get along with, but he bored a silence burden. The responsibilities of his past which has become apparent to his present. Before he could answer to the question proposed to him, her hand reached out across the little high square table and rested upon his hand. It is ok, Thomas and I will have a lot to do in the coming days. As she arose from the table, she urges Jack and Thomas to continue their meal, what was left of it. Returning with a pitcher, she then refilled the boy’s cup with more water, while passing the remaining of her meal to Jack. She added, dessert is out on the roof I will need your help bringing it down. The least I can do, after eating all your food, he replied with a smile. For Mrs. Fiducia, this was the reward of her day, a full stomach with a smile. As she walks toward the backdoor of her home, Jack hurriedly ate what was in both plates and passed the rest to his boy, eat up Chip while I help Mrs. Fiducia. She stood in the doorway waiting for him, walking out together, she closed the door while looking back, and making sure all was well with Thomas at the table. Jack was a tall man, there stood Mrs. Fiducia looking up at him, he knew something was on her mind more than a dessert and he was right. When she said to him; they were spotted earlier. Instinctively he knew what she meant. Standing before her, reawakening was his past through his recollection. Before the outskirt became a community of dwellers, it was a place of constant assaults of raids and attacks. Before all that, it all started on a late winter of March. As nature engages in the transition from winter to spring, so were the people of the land. This was the time for a systematic change of governing among the people. An upcoming and a promising journalist was walking the tracks, the tracks he made in his mind as a crucial part of his day as he treks through the buzz of the city life. He ensures to keep his thoughts within while blocking the full commotion of those things around him. For him, this was a way of being in control and building upon his aspiration, for him and his family and his ideas to succeed, whilst he exercises for a daily walk. His walk through the city timely led him to a distance where the crowding of the city was behind him, and before him was the noticeable change in the appearance of the construction of these buildings, grand they were and spacious were their surroundings. The quietness of the location was sporadically infused at times with the chirping melodies of a flock of birds in the distance or at times in close proximity. Every now and then, interrupted were the sounds of a barking of a dog, but soon the quietness of the surroundings did outlast the barks. This was a place and the time for the liberation of the thoughts of the trekking journalist. Though he held to his thoughts, but unlike the city, he was now free to listen to the surroundings. He knew the tranquility of this setting will soon transitioned once again to the buzz of the city, where he customary embark on a train ride, back toward the outside boundary of the city limits. Therein, he would walk the remaining of the way enroute to his home on the outskirt of the city. But for now, the quietness felt as though it was wrapped up in the soft soothing wind, brushing against the skin and producing relieve to the perspiry from the movement of the trek. Even the perception of the daylight was soothing to this day. The soft glow, giving ease to the eyes as far as one was willing to see. The calmness of the wind enhances the mind’s ability to decern through the ears. Although hardly was anyone seen outside, but for the size and the splendor construction of these homes, one could spend a considerable amount of time within, while being content. The pavements without and the lawn were all evenly kept, meticulously presented, giving the eyes the delight, while walking and admiring for all to see. The guilt of a professional concerning their job is the constant urge to incorporate often times those things that are being experienced on a lively basis. For a journalist he felt within, how can I incorporate all that is being perceived into my journal? However, at times, one ought to live the moment rather than a constant attempt to capitalize on the moment for an occupational means, or for a career advancement. Certain experiences are meant to be orchestrated as a building block of who we are as a part of the whole, but these experiences doesn’t conclude the story of us. And not all things that are experienced are meant for an audience, but there are those that are a lesson for the individual. Seeing the beauty and experiencing the calmness around him, he reasoned through a question. Can an impactful story make a good journalist, or can a good journalist make a story to be impactful? The more the people of a society evolve in accomplishing those things that are beneficial to their needs, without a reminder of where they once were. In their present they soon forget their past and their future shall be of irrational decisions, the precipice of a collapse as a nation. These were some of the evidence at hand. Consequently, his routine walk was more than the need for a physical exercise, but a time to think over those things that were defining them as a people. The need not to forget the past, while embracing the future, by learning from the past to honor the sacrifices that were made that the undertaking of the present will continue to usher in an appreciative future. For without gratitude, one almost never appreciate what they have, and they are prone to unknowingly lose it. Interrupted were his thoughts with the sound of a scream piercing through the surrounding area and penetrating through his consciousness was the dreadfulness of the sound. Yet all stood still around him. Unlike an echo, the dreadful scream did ring louder, yet again. As his mind races, vast became the surrounding in his sight. Though the screams continue, yet there was no one in sight, but him and the pristine majestic size buildings, silence they stood. As if time has come to a standstill, but within his chest rapidly beats his heart, contemplating the need for an action or the lack thereof. The once calm cool breeze he previously enjoyed, was now like a chill of shock through his skin and into his being. In his mind’s eyes it was hours ago he treaded upon the exact location with little Tommy, in the present of a hollow of a structure. However, the sentiments of his expression now as he stood before Mrs. Fiducia was that of a rumination of the past with the emerging feelings of devastation of which he managed to control through resentment within, for all that have happened and continues to, through the years. With her head tilted upward looking into his eyes, standing outside with the door shut behind him, he stared not into her eyes, but beyond her presence into the horizon. Calmly from without, but raging from within from those words he did hear moments ago, they were spotted earlier. Now, dusk was the view of the horizon of the outskirt of which he motionlessly stared into. Buzzing was the night chattering of its dwellers, but his immobile stare indicates he heard not a word, but the commotion of being trapped between his thoughts and the actions of the past. Soon he was again trapped, but for the awakening into reality, as the door let-up at his back, with Mrs. Fiducia arms finding a way around him, in an attempt to let Thomas out. Jack slowly regains his awareness of his present surroundings while letting go of the burdensome feelings from within by realizing he must assist Mrs. Fiducia. Towering over both Mrs. Fiducia and Tommy, he reaches for that which was at the top of the slanting eaves of her humble home. Be careful now, was her considerate and always caring voice, as she steps back while embracing Thomas by her side, they both watched, as Jack steadily brought down a metal frame on which lies various fruits that have been nicely cut and evenly lay out in the sun for the process of dehydrating the fruits. Aimed at preserving the fruits for later consumption while preserving its nutrients. There is a time when individuals advance in their will and their abilities by the means of the creative process of the mind. To create with the assumption of improvement to their surroundings, and to life and living. But what is the essence of improvement if those that are being improved through their will power has not the will to get along one with another? Such were the people before present. From their broken ingenuity, now wise were those who must now learn the comfort of life and living isn’t always predicated upon the ease of the progression of life, but learning that every situation brings with it an opportunity for an understanding to be unlocked and the revelation of who we are and what others are to us. They could once predict the rising of the sun and the going down thereof, with minute details of any altercation of the atmospheric occurrences. But what was the sun to the people who assume they had it all through their ingenuity? But for now, life must be seen through a new lens so that life continues through the awareness of a purpose and the simplicity of those things that were always there, although they once never care about. Like that of the rising of the sun, tasks must be done while its light graces the skies as its warmth serves multiple purposes including the preservation of their food and their hygienics wellbeing through their vesture. The act of dry-cleaning through evaporation, but for now dusky was the surrounding of the outskirt as the night gradually came into effect. The dealing of the dwellers at this time differs from that of the day. For this was the time the dwellers of the Settlement gather and trade their findings or give and receive. At the side of her home where Tommy previously washup before the meal was a trough, and above the trough was a window which serve multiple purposes. For now, she carefully led the way assisting Jack by the holding of the metal frame covered with fruits as he held on while following her lead until it was gently placed on the stool area of the open window. She then reaches down to the trough, extracting a lengthy wooden board wherewith she covers the trough. Allowing Tommy to stand thereon, giving him a view of the dehydrated fruits that were before the three of them. To be continued ____________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© Share

The Lord chooses to use whom He pleases, let us then who are called by His name be ready for the doing of His will. The Proclamation of Cyrus Lead me Lord, I will follow The Master's hand. LEAD ME LORD I WILL FOLLOW Praying through the darkness, into the light The darkness comprehended me not The Master's hand. LEAD ME LORD I WILL FOLLOW 1/3 Now in the first year of Cyrus king of Persia , that the word of the LORD by the mouth of Jeremiah might be fulfilled, the LORD stirred up the spirit of Cyrus king of Persia , that he made a proclamation throughout all his kingdom, and put it also in writing, saying, Thus saith Cyrus king of Persia, The LORD God of heaven hath given me all the kingdoms of the earth; and he hath charged me to build him a house at Jerusalem, which is in Judah. Who is there among you of all his people? his God be with him, and let him go up to Jerusalem, which is in Judah, and build the house of the LORD God of Israel, (he is the God,) which is in Jerusalem. Ezra 1:1-3 Here we have a non-Jew, Cyrus , a king of a heathen nation, nevertheless, for the influence of a Godly mother, Esther , the impact to her son as a child, continue into his adulthood, even as a king. The Word of God endures forever, therein, the best gift given is the impartation of the Word to those we love. The Lord chooses to use whom He pleases, let us then who are called by His name be ready for the doing of His will. Like in the proclamation of Cyrus king of Persia : Who is there among you of all his people? his God be with him, and let him go up to Jerusalem, which is in Judah, and build the house of the LORD God of Israel, (He is the God,) which is in Jerusalem. The proclamation of Cyrus, was for all of God’s people. The return to Jerusalem is a type of a revival , which is the return, or a recovery from a state of neglect. Have we neglected who we are through our shortcomings, for the doing of that which is wrong? Therein, may we rebuild the temple, a physical temple to the believer of old, but symbolic to us today, the rebuilding of the temple of God, represents the restoration of our lost liberty in Christ Jesus, so that the gospel is preached for the deliverance of the captive soul, to set men free. Therein, the rebuilding of the temple of men soul which has fallen into ruins by reason of sin, may be restored. It’s hard to take the first step when I don’t know the way Each turn is so uncertain I’ve learned to walk by faith But you give me a promise That you will never leave You will lead and guide me Lord, I do believe Lead me Lord I will follow Lead be Lord I will go You have called me I will answer Lead me Lord, I will go. The best gift given is the Word of God, and the prayer of a Godly mother endures forever in God's presence. RELATED TOPIC Share #songs

Discover the journey, artwork, and meaning woven into P. S. Wilmot’s America 250 book as you explore the story behind The Dawn Of A People: True Grit through visuals, insights, and author reflections. GRIT “The strength of a nation often rises when its people choose to remember what they share.” Victories may mark a nation's path, but the courage it remembers and the roots it refuses to forget teach it to walk forward. The Dawn of a People: True Grit A visual journey through America’s becoming The Dawn of a People: True Grit is a visual and written tribute to America’s 250-year journey, created in honor of the nation’s semiquincentennial. Through symbolic artwork, historical reflection, Scripture, and poetic commentary, the book invites readers to walk through the shaping of a people, from the first quiet fire of identity to the garden of promise, and finally to the peace of freedom undisturbed. This is a meditation on inheritance, remembrance, unity, and hope. Each painting opens a doorway into the American story, revealing the grit, loyalty, sacrifice, faith, and vision that carried ordinary people forward through hardship and uncertainty. Across its pages, the reader moves through the foundations of a nation: identity, movement, testing, devotion, justice, unity, promise, and rest. The journey begins beside a fire, where early strength is formed in quiet places. It moves across the land through shared purpose, enters the public spaces where character is tested, returns to the home where devotion becomes legacy, honors the guardians who protected peace, and steps into the garden where unity begins to bloom. The book reflects on the leaders, families, lawmen, builders, mothers, fathers, children, and ordinary citizens whose faithfulness helped shape the land we now inherit. It honors the belief that a nation is not merely an idea above its people. A nation is carried by its people. Each life adds strength. Each family carries light. Each generation places its hand upon the work. Created for America’s 250th year, The Dawn of a People: True Grit asks the reader to remember rightly, to honor what has been carried before us, and to consider what must still be tended. It looks back with gratitude, stands in the present with humility, and looks forward with hope. America was not formed by ease, and it will not be preserved by forgetfulness. It lives when memory becomes duty, when gratitude becomes action, and when each generation chooses to carry the promise forward. From the first fire to freedom undisturbed, this book is an offering of remembrance and a call to walk forward together. Remember the road. Honor the promise. Walk forward together. A beautiful day here in Massachusetts, where it all started. For me. The book. The 13 original colonies and these United States. P. S. Wilmot A beautiful day here in Massachusetts, where it all started. For me. The book. The 13 original colonies and these United States. 1/11 BLOG MORE Author Reflections There are moments in the American story when the land itself seems to breathe, when the quiet between two travelers becomes a place where God speaks. The Dawn of a People: True Grit was born from that quiet, though I did not know at first that it would become a book. The work began long before the pages took shape. Even before and during the lockdown years, I found myself returning to these images, these ideas, and these quiet scenes of endurance. At the time, it felt like I was simply creating, observing, and wrestling with meaning. But looking back, I can see that something was being formed. The world had entered a strange pause, and in that stillness, the story began to speak more clearly. Those who came before us were not locked down in the way we were, but they also knew what it meant to step into an unfamiliar world. Every new settlement, every unknown road, every valley, river, and frontier crossing must have felt like entering a new reality. Each destination demanded courage. Each place required a kind of key: faith to enter, grit to remain, loyalty to endure, and vision to believe that something lasting could be built there. As I painted the campfire scene, I kept returning to the idea of light in the valley. Not a loud light, but a humble one. A light gathered around two people who had walked far and still chose hope. Yet Part I is not only about the fire. It is also about what rests near it. The Bible beside the woman was placed there intentionally. It is not an ornament in the scene. It is the quiet foundation. Before the man moves forward, before the land opens, before the story enters testing, devotion, justice, unity, and promise, Scripture is first shown resting near the woman. That placement matters because she carries steadiness into the beginning. She carries wisdom, moral clarity, and the kind of quiet strength that shapes the home before the home is fully built. Her nearness to the Bible suggests that the spiritual foundation of a people often begins in places the world may overlook: beside the fire, within the home, through the faithfulness of those who carry truth quietly. From there, the Bible continues to move through the story. It rests beside the man, watches over public places, steadies the home, stands above justice, opens before inheritance, and remains near the peace of freedom undisturbed. Its presence is not always loud, but it is always guiding. It becomes the thread that ties the visual journey together. That is the heart of this book. It is a tribute to perseverance, devotion, and the unseen strength that builds a people from the inside out. The reflections throughout this work invite readers to slow down, to breathe, and to see the frontier not only as a place in history, but as a symbol of the spiritual journey we all walk. It is also a reflection on America’s becoming. Before America stood as a nation, there were people learning to endure, to build, to trust, to worship, to protect, to remember, and to walk forward together. Their lives were not perfect, and their road was not easy, but through faith, grit, loyalty, and vision, something lasting began to take shape. That same work continues now. America is not only a story behind us. It is a responsibility before us. The people who came before carried the first fire, but each generation is called to tend what has been handed down. We inherit the road, but we also help shape where it leads. Faith is the fire. Grit is the path. Scripture is the compass. And the rising horizon is the promise that God is not finished with us. The Dawn of a People: True Grit is my offering of remembrance, born in quiet places, shaped through reflection, and carried forward with hope for America, then and now. 🇺🇸 America 250 America reaches its two hundred and fiftieth year with a story still rising. This milestone is not only a number. It is a moment of remembrance, gratitude, and responsibility. It asks us to look back at the people who carried this land before us and to consider how we now carry it forward. The Dawn of a People: True Grit was created as a small offering to that great remembrance. It is my way of honoring the country I am part of, the inheritance we have received, and the generations whose faith, sacrifice, labor, courage, and perseverance helped shape America’s becoming. The early frontier was not built by perfect people or perfect conditions. It was shaped by ordinary men and women who carried extraordinary faith into unfamiliar places. They walked with hope when the road was uncertain. They built homes where the land was still untamed. They prayed beside fires, raised families through hardship, protected what was entrusted to them, and believed that a future worth building could rise from the valley before them. This book returns to those quiet places because I believe nations are not formed only in grand halls or famous battles. They are also formed beside campfires, around family tables, along difficult roads, in homes where Scripture is kept near, and in the steady hands of people who choose to build, guard, love, and remember. America’s story has never been without struggle, but it has always carried lessons worth tending. The frontier scene in this book reflects that spirit: faith as the fire, grit as the path, Scripture as the compass, and hope as the horizon. To play even a small part in honoring America’s 250th year is a privilege I do not take lightly. This work is offered with love for country, gratitude for what has been carried before us, and hope for what we can still become. May this milestone remind us that America is not only something we inherit. It is something we help tend. May we remember the road, honor the promise, and walk forward together. Structure and Themes The Dawn of a People: True Grit unfolds through seven major movements, followed by a closing reflection on rest and freedom. Each movement carries the reader deeper into the shaping of America, from the first spark of identity to the quiet dignity of liberty preserved. Identity – The first spark of a people’s self-definition, formed in quiet strength, faith, grit, loyalty, and vision. Movement – The journey forward across land, time, and responsibility, where purpose begins to take shape. Testing – The public trials that reveal character, refine courage, and prove what was first formed in private. Devotion – The faithfulness of the home, where love becomes labor, labor becomes legacy, and children learn what strength looks like. Justice – The guardianship of peace, where duty, law, and sacrifice protect the innocent and preserve what is being built. Unity – The coming together of a people through patience, mutual respect, shared inheritance, and moral conviction. Promise – The garden of hope, where memory, reconciliation, and freedom begin to bloom for future generations. Rest / Freedom Undisturbed – The quiet dignity of liberty preserved, where a people can stand together and still live freely in peace.

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For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved RESOURCES Share Dear God in Heaven, I come to you in the name of Jesus. I'm sorry for the way I've lived the things I've done. Please forgive me and cleanse me with your precious Blood from all unrighteousness. According to your Words (Romans 10:9) I believe in my heart God raised Jesus from the dead and He is alive. With my mouth, I confess the Lord Jesus Christ as the Savior of my soul, at this very moment I accept Him as the Lord of my life. Right now, according to God’s word which cannot lie. I'm washed, I'm safe, I'm born again. I thank you Lord Jesus for dying on the Cross to give me a new life, an eternal life. Teach me your way that I may follow. Amen. __________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒©

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One who talks more than thinking, will talk without thinking. Study to show yourself approved unto God, a workman that needs not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth. The greatness of the Word of God is its integrity, by which it is without error nor deception. If contradictions arise, it is the reader’s lack of perception. So then, let it be an opportunity to gain a better insight. The passages below are some of that which we avert, for the lack of understanding, but with a willing mind, they shall be made known. To answer a fool, or not to answer a fool Answer not a fool according to his folly, lest thou also be like unto him. (Proverbs 26:4) The verse above, is saying if you answer a silly question from a person who's up to no good, you are just as silly as the person who asked the question. This is plainly understandable. However, when we read a little further, the preceding verse gives another take. (Proverbs 26:5) Answer a fool according to his foolishness, that he not be wise in his own eyes. This is not a contradiction with verse four which urges us to answer not a fool, in comparison with verse five ; which state, answer a fool according to his foolishness. In essence, both verses are consistent with their instructions for the believer toward the fool and their foolish question. The idea of both verses being consistent is that, not all things spoken to us by a fool need be responded to. However, let us be wise and allow not the fool to get away with his or her foolishness less they think they are wise. To sum it up, we have ears to hear, eyes to see, but with the mouth we have a single tongue. What goes out of the mouth, cannot be easily returned. Let us observe more, by what we see. Let us listen more, by what we hear, but speak only when it is of importance. __________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© > Related topics < Share

When we sin, let us not dwell on our sin, but through confession, may we look to the Lord, and love Him more. Study to show yourself approved unto God, a workman that needs not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth. The greatness of the Word of God is its integrity, by which it is without error nor deception. If contradictions arise, it is the reader’s lack of perception. So then, let it be an opportunity to gain a better insight. The passages below are some of that which we avert, for the lack of understanding, but with a willing mind, they shall be made known. Looking beyond our stumbling block. An exposition on sin Let us know that we cannot focus on our wrongdoing to move forward, shall we then ignore wrongdoing? Certainly not, however, the awareness of our shortcomings and wrongdoing, with the heart of heaviness, is the evidence of the indwelling of the Holy Spirit within our hearts, to comfort, but there can be no comfort without grief. Therefore, those who love the Lord, are not perfected without sin, but when we sin, our spirit bears witness with the Holy Spirit, for the existence of a wrongdoing on our part. Consequently, we grieve for our action, unlike those in the world, we display remorse for our wrongdoing. To further understand this is to look at the word sin , from its true meaning in the Greek language. The word sin is the Greek word Hamartia. (Ha-mar-TEE-ah) The idea of this word is an act of civil offense , or an honest mistake . Hence, we at times, find ourselves doing things we desire not to do, but we keep doing it. Looking closely at the Greek word Hamartia which means sin, the English reader will see the similarity of the English word “hammer .” Like a sledgehammer , it is used to drive a wedge between a wood , to cause a split . This is the picture of sin. So, sin, or hamartia drives a wedge between us and God. So then, during this great division, to whom shall we cling to, the side of sin, or to the Lord? That is to say, when we sin, let us not dwell on our sin, but through confession, may we look to the Lord, and love Him more. The work of the Holy Spirit in us, is to convict us of sin, and this is done for one reason, but before this reason is given, let us look at that which is not the reason for the conviction of sin . This is why the believer struggle at times to overcome his or her shortcomings. When the believer sinned, he or she is not to fight the sin, for it was already defeated by Christ on the Cross . 1 Peter 2:24, Colossians 2:14. Instead, the conviction of sin in us is to draw us closer in relationship with the Lord, away from the sin. As He loves us, let us love Him in return. The deception of sin. Let us not fall short to the trickery of sin, wherewith we feel unworthy in our shortcomings and shy away from the Lord. Who shall restore us, but Him? In our conviction, may we love Him the more, eventually our love for Him will be greater than the temporal pleasure of sin. Until then, love not your wrongdoing, but love the Lord with all your heart. Scripture study reference Romans 8:1-2 1 Peter 2:24 Hebrews 2:17 Hebrews 4:16 Colossians 2:14 Galatians 5:22 __________________________________ 🎨PSW·3✒© > Related topics < Share

Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame; There's a crown, and you can win it, If you go in Jesus' name Little Is Much When God Is In It 00:00 / 04:17 There’s a crown, and you can win it, if you go in Jesus’ name In the harvest field now ripened There's a work for all to do; Hark! the Master's voice is calling, To the harvest calling you. Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame; There's a crown, and you can win it, If you go in Jesus' name. Does the place you're called to labor Seem so small and little known? It is great if God is in it, And He won’t forget His own. One day when the conflict here is ended And our race on earth is run, He will say, to the faithful, "Welcome home, My child—well done!" Little is much when God is in it! Labor not for wealth or fame; There's a crown, and you can win it, If you go in Jesus' name. Let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not. Galatians 6:9 MORE Kittie L. Suffield #songs

DeedFair-Ville stood uniquely on the foundation of the creativity of nature where nothing is wasted. The little cozy neighborhood nestled happily on a green grassy slope of what used to be a steep incline. Though the topography has seen changes, but what now remains was the foundation of a beautiful, stretched, rolling hills of grassy land which extended into a shadow valley. Next DeedFair-Ville by P. S. Wilmot PART II From life’s lesson, one could conclude that though the temperature of life’s experience may at times be high, but beneath it all is the presence of calmness to those that are aware of the movements of the little things like that of the grass in the field. Therein, ahead of us is the awareness of the forming of the clouds for a shelter to those who walk therein. If the heart desires for the longing of peace, though it is not always in the individual’s willpower to bring about the peace, but at times one ought to be the peace seeker before the peacemaker through the life they live openly that the others may see. This was seen through their current state of affairs and their current posture out in the fields which led Bruna to put in motion her action by positioning herself between Necker and Jason. Linking her wrists with both of their arms, she grabs and held on to her skirt on both sides as she led the way. Gradually the temperature of the sun and the glow thereof did ease behind them as the shadows of the coming together of the clouds in the east blanked a portion of the plains where further in the distance, the sound of burbles could be heard. In view of them was an area, not of the plains nor was it any higher to be a part of the hills, but uniquely it did occupy between the plains and the hills. Beautiful it was indeed. As they approach the area wherewith she had led them together; the burbles of the waterfall were amplified in the vicinity in harmony with the soft ripples sounds below of the crystal-clear stream which did flow. The toddler being familiar with the surroundings, hesitated to explore, as Jason placed her down. For often times in the company of Bruna, the two would spend their time together in view of the waterfall on the banks of the stream. Although the location was not the hills of which Jason insistently saw a future and neither was it the plains wherewith Necker defended its way of existence, but from this point of view, lies both sides of their problems. Yet for the time being, the beauty of such place harbored no resentment. Standing beside each other were Necker and Jason. No longer were his tools for prospecting lodging by his side, but what remains in his heart was a mystery. Bruna still haven’t spoken a word, but her presence did commanded attention from the two. Their eyes follow her moves while taking in the beauty that was before them and beyond that out in the distance, the hills and the plains stood in silence. Walking ahead of the two and toward the stream, rolling up the bottom of her skirt and folding a knot on one side, she steps into the stream. For the first time, an eye contact was made between Jason and Necker as they looked at one another and back at Bruna. With Necker calling out, what are you doing? With her both hands emerged in the stream, but looking up with a smile, the two walked toward the stream before realizing the presence of a trough beneath the water. Upon their coming into her presence, she then stood up with both hands on her hips. Looking back at one another they knew she must be assisted with the trough. How did the trough get into the stream asked Jason? I placed it there she replied. I don’t think you can catch any fish with a trough sitting at the bottom of a stream, out spoke Necker with a grin on his face for the first time. With her hands still on her hips while staring directly at them. The two quickly reason they must get the trough out of the water, for reasons they know not of. It was certain neither of the two were getting in the stream willingly, so on both sides of the water they engage in a futile attempt of the lifting of the trough and down they went simultaneously into the water. The pleasant and happy laughter of the toddler having watched it all became contagious as they all engaged in the moment of laughter. Slowly out came the trough. Thereafter, kneeling at the banks of the stream, tilting the trough on its side, Bruna let out the remaining of the water. More flabbergasted became the two. Therein she spoke out; the emerging of wood in water preserve the wood for a long time. Shouldn’t it be the other way around, having water in the trough? Asked Jason, followed by a chuckle. Sure, Jason, let us save water in a trough besides a fresh running water. Witty were their remarks one to another and the wisecracks were of pleasantry, which led to the ease of the self-awareness amongst the three. In her propensity for the seeking of peace through her actions she affirmed without being critical toward Jason nor Necker. At times, peace is only a new mindset away. But animosity lingers when self cannot see beyond its place of pride. For in the heart of Jason, his place of pride was the hills. Whereas Necker, through his opposition toward Jason, the plains became his place of pride. If the two were to step away from their places of pride, such was now. For the place wherewith they now find themselves, neither was it the plains, and nor was it of the hills. Therein, they saw beyond their needs while appreciating that which was presently before them. From their current position, the fierce graze of the sun remains in the West, no longer was the fervency of its temperature upon them. Though it remains, but in the shelter of a new place they felt not its effect. Likewise, their differences remain, but having stepped away from their places of pride, they saw beyond their self needs while appreciating those things of their surroundings. If any disagreement remains in their hearts, quieter it was to the surrounding area. For greater was the beauty in sight than their ongoing conflicts. The harmonious sound of the waterfall with the burbles and the ripples through the stream below commanded the awareness of the eyes to follow its flow. Sporadically on its banks were the growths of lushy green shrubs, with the array of dragonflies fluttering at its top. The distance away from the waterfall where they stood, though confined in size, but it appears like that of a meadow. Greener were the grass beneath their feet and the surroundings with a sprinkle of bright yellow flowering plants spanning its breadth, spirited with the hovering of brightly colored butterflies in their proximity and beyond. In their standstill for an observation, the motion of life continues round about them on all sides. So was the toddler, actively engaged in the gathering of flowers, in the cool of the setting as Bruna searches the shrubs by the sides of the stream. Interflowed with the sounds of the water was the humming of Bruna in the backdrop of the crushing sounds of the waterfall. Accumulating the output from the plants by the banks. In the folded hem of her skirt, she did gather edible fruits until she was again back at the trough where she offloaded the fruits from the shrubs which grew by the stream, into the trough. The repetition of a good example will lead to the taking of the right action to those that see the example of doing that which is being done for the right reason. Having seen and realizes the action of Bruna, both Necker and Jason proceeded to join her. Remained in the surrounding area was the toddler, positioned on her knees with her back turned toward the three. With a surprising swoop and a tickle which was all familiar to her. Thereafter, she was in the arms of Bruna with the joy of being held with the expression of being delighted through her giggles. They were all now together at the trough with the wild berries and fruits in their midst. Therein, they partook together. As a supper, but without the presentation of a fine dining, edibles without the juncture of preparation. Yet present was the fulfilling gratification of the merriment they now felt. Though the awareness of a problem may be ever-present, this is the condition of life. But the position wherewith we find ourselves will be the determination of how the problem is perceived and dealt with. With the progression of time, and the gathering at the trough, came the cool breeze of the late afternoon. Soften was the horizon through its glow with subtle reddish reflection covering the land. Out in the distance lies the hills, of which a beauty of its own impel the possibility of inspiring greatness. Whereas, in the state of simplicity and beauty of its own, established was the plains and its way of life. Perhaps with such inspiring greatness with the view of the hills in sight, one could relate to Jason’s need for a change. On the other hand, that which is already established takes time, and where time is invested, love is accumulated. One cannot bluntly aimed the need for a change if love is present. Which is why Necker and those of the plains appreciate that which they are a part of, having been established with love. Now for a while, Necker, Jason, Bruna, and the toddler, together they all enjoyed the company of each other as a unit like that of a family. The fruits wherewith they partook of were not individually divided, though she could have, but she knowingly placed it together in the confinement of the trough that through their engagement, the trough will be the center of their gathering. By which their gathering brought them closer together. Reaching down into the trough for a pick, impulsively they respected the timing of one another and their individual needs. This she was aware of, knowing where there is disagreement, with time and respect, uniformity is achieved. While partaking of the fruits in their midst; the distance from wherewith they view out into the open surrounding area became more viewable as the orange glow intensify, lessen was the glare of the sun. Further ahead one could perceive out in the distance. Farther away appear to be the image of a man, all by himself. Although being a far off, but one could perceive that the man’s activity or for the lack thereof; his movement remains unchanged. The curiosity in their midst led Necker to leaned on the trough without standing but gazing out into the open with his hand above his brow. He still could not identify the individual, nor for the reason for being idle, but standing. Brushing it off, he rejoins the company, followed by his reaction of thinking out loud. Why would anyone stand out in the open without moving at this time of the day? Well, you know what they say, when the sun goes down, out comes the creepers. Convulsive was the laughter among them, even with a smile on the face of Bruna, but with the role of being the most considerate. She interjects, stop it, you two. Peaceful and soothing was the connection through their position they all now shared and enjoyed together. Picking out another strawberry, but this time connected to the fruit was its stem and the perfect three leaves. Twirling at the perfection of the fruit for a while, Necker than placed it into the hand of the toddler, knowing her love for flowers. She eagerly received with a keen smile. Momentarily thereafter, outstretched the hand of the toddler. Presuming she needed another flowering fruit; Necker reaches further into the trough. But Bruna being more perceptive in her judgment, she followed the direction wherewith the hand of the toddler pointed. As she turned to look, it was back in the direction of the unknow idle man, but for this time, alongside of him was the figure of another man, and what she did perceive was as an abrupt quenched to a candlelight which burns for an illumination in the dark. For a while, all has become lighted through their gathering and togetherness, but the event which loomed on the horizon through the unknow individuals, causes disheartening to their cause. Though she shows it not in her expression, but in her reaction without a word spoken, closer she brought the child in her presence. What she did sense, she voiced not, nor was her reaction dictated by the conflict within. Anticipating her action, both Necker and Jason partially arose in respect as she temporarily excuses herself. Beside their gathering was the stream, from which she plucked three taro plants leaves. Well boys, I can’t provide you with your milk, but you remember to drink water, I hope? With a smirk on their faces, they did receive the leaves as she again sat beside the trough with the toddler once more leaning into her. Dipping into the water of the crystal-clear stream, with the taro leaf she then repositioned herself next to the child as she drank in the company of Bruna. Although Bruna sense that which was approaching, but the looming of the unknown on the horizon through the idle individuals was without an effect on them, if they stayed together. The error of one’s action at times is to take leave from where they find themselves, for where one thinks they ought to be. For where they now find themselves, during the cool of the day, it reflected the vibe which was being experienced and lived out. As beautiful was their surroundings, equaled was the togetherness they now shared. The lesser the fruits before them, immersive became their conversation one to another. In as much no longer was the unknown individuals in their awareness. Although, it takes more than the ignoring of a problem to overcome the problem. But the decisions that are made will serve as a guiding factor for that which is to come. Having again realized the presence of the unknown men, closer were these individuals. Although they heard not their sayings, but the actions of the unknown men pointed toward them. As they conversed, the men pointed toward Bruna, the toddler, Necker, and Jason. Now, clearer in view were those things along side of the men, and familiar they appeared to be. The sudden mood of the beautiful gathering became but a fragile matter. For what was with them was the same as the prospecting equipment Jason had with him from the hills, earlier. The unspoken creed of the plains was the closeness they all shared like a family. Even in disagreement at times, they stick together. Therein, their differences faded, and their relationships were mended. Never has an outsider further the friction between the people of the plains until now, through Jason’s action. Arose both Jason and Necker, simultaneously. Gone was the pleasantry and witty remarks they have enjoyed. The beauty of the surrounding through the sceneries remains, but the rising tension became like a shadow which harden into a stain, the disdain of animosity. Necker knowing because of Jason has these individuals shown up. And Jason being aware of their perception of him, he spoke not a word. Below at the trough remains Bruna sitting almost in sorrow, but with the comfort of the child in her arms. Reaching down with his hands on the shoulder of Bruna, there Necker rested his hand as a farewell. She leans her head rubbing it against has hand. Before he could speak the words of goodbye to Bruna and the toddler, wet became his hand from her silence tears. Speechless he became, but kneeling beside the two, he hugged them and arose. In his view remains the things of beauty he previously admired. Though the waterfall roar, but louder was his rage within. Continues were the motions of the beautiful dragonflies, but still they were in his mind for the detachment he now felt within. Necker departed from their place of their temporal paradise and shortly thereafter, gone was Necker from the scene of the plains, never to be seen again. Though he disappeared, but many years later he became a legend to those that will follow. For it was said before his departure, he stowed multiple raffles with his belongings and departed into the uncharted location of Bear Woods. Parents would at times tell their young if you keep silence for a long time, you might be privilege to he ar the sound of a firing raffle, and that was old man Necker. He became a legend, for this was a way for parents to enjoy a quiet time while their young ones listen in an anticipation to hear the firing shots of Old man Necker. At the moment before his tales of legend, after his unspoken farewell to Bruna and the toddler, remains Jason. He justifies his action, through the promise he made to himself that life on the hills through his dedication, the new way of life on the hills will be better than anything possible, and soon after all of the plains will follow, he persuaded himself. Reaching down once more above the empty trough, he reasoned to carry out one more good action that might be pleasing to Bruna. Grabbing on to the trough he slowly removed it and placed it back into the stream. With her back turned toward him, he hesitantly spoke. I will see you later Bruna, I must show these men the hills before night falls. Tilting her head and hair, glassy were her eyes from the tears which she held back, yet she nods and moved her lips with the affirmation of yes Jason, but without a sound. Burn in his heart from his action, and abandoned he felt from the results, but his promise to himself to turn the hills into the quintessential of life and living, this became his place of refuge. He did kept the promise to himself, for many years he worked and helped to turn the hills into DeedFair-Ville, but never was the result of his promise a reality. The harder he works, and the advance DeedFair-Ville became, more isolated they were, and their way of life than that of the plains. He once walked away from all that he loved, in hope for a change. Many years later on the cool autumn day, as his hands departed from the hands of Desiree, with her back turned toward him, he couldn’t help but remember these recollections when he walked away from that which was special to him. In the process of their conversation, during which time Jason became mindful of the distance between Desiree and her family, but also glad for the moment together. Knowing she must continue to do that which they setup to do as a family, and he must carry out his duties as an individual. Customary was their greetings, and now customary was their farewell. With his hands on her shoulder, towering above her frame, expected was a kiss to her forehead. Then came the final farewell from Desiree; Take care of yourself Jason! You do as well, Desiree, and remember; an alone fawn isn’t always an abandon fawn. With those words of departure between the two, the spring in Desiree’s steps quickly shortens the distance between her family and herself. For now, the beauty of the hillside awaits the family for a time of adventure and togetherness. DeedFair-Ville wasn’t a metropolis for attracting tourists, but during this time of the year, strange faces would be seen throughout the hills, accompanied by a familiar face. Absent were the walls of self-made accommodation of their beautiful home, for the alleviation from those long hours of work from within, while occasionally getting a glimpse without. Now, in the open lies beauty in abundance made not by hands, as far as one could see the curvature of the hills and the effects of the wind on the surrounding. If the cool breeze was visible, one could say the curves of the hills were its waves to surf thereon. Though the wind has gained intensity at this time, but the brushing of its chills against Desiree was a song of lively joy to her heart as she hurriedly approaches her family while tightly grabbing onto her partly closed jacket. At last, in their midst, stronger grew the wind. The louder the breeze the stronger was its impact, and the stronger its impact, the closer the family gathered themselves with Tes and the fawn in the middle. In as much their walking came to a halt, but their laughter could be heard riding the rushing wind, bundling themselves together, shoulders to shoulders with arms intermingled. Carefree they were, appreciating the moment with a little awareness of their surroundings. Further out in the distance, from the direction of their home, once again appears Mrs. Palabras, but this time beside her was a stranger to the hills. Her reaction was dumbfounded as she viewed the family out in the distance, she ascertains, earlier the Wilhelms were hiding in their homes, and now what are they doing out there? Her thoughts soon became obvious to her visiting nephew who was beside her. Though he was a stranger to DeedFair-Ville, but unlike his aunt, Mrs. Palabras, he liked what he saw in the distance, the carefree display of the Wilhelms. This was unlike anything he knew, yet it was something he wishes to know more about. His appreciation of DeedFair-Ville grew, seeing all that he witnessed in the distance. This appreciation soared yet again, having heard the trotting of horses, turning to look and behind him was the Oak family, carrying freshly cut Christmas trees. Besides Oak was his fiery redhead daughter, Conifer. Between Conifer and her dad was the Oak’s huskie, Needles. Nodding with a smile and a tip of his hat to Mrs. Palabras and her nephew, they rode by, as Conifer finger wiggle waved the two. Before the eyes of the visiting nephew of Mrs. Palabras, unfolded these happenings on the hills, the liveliness was unlike the stagnation of the beautiful homes which stood in silence, like that of the Palabras wherewith he has been for his visitation. Now, his curiosity prompted the desire to explore while being out in the open. However, being the visitor, he hopefully waited on his aunt, but her purpose for another return from her home was not for a need for an exploration, but to befit her formed presumption of the Wilhelms, have they gone mad? As his eyes follow the hills and the happenings thereon round and about, he gazed in amazement. On the contrary, fixed were the eyes of Mrs. Palabras on the Wilhelms. Even though she could not see clearly their action being gathered together as closed as they were, yet their laughter and screams could be heard sailing through the raging wind. In that moment, the noise of a snapping sound of a sharp cracking clatter was heard piercing through the surrounding area. Having traced the origin of the sound, out in the distance were the Oak’s family, in a stand still. Tightly with both hands Oak pulled back in an attempt to calm the horses as he held on to the halter, whoa-wo-whoa, it’s alright, it’s alright, easy now, easy. As the hindquarters of the horse arose in the air, holding on to the seat rail was the fiery redhead Conifer in an attempt to jump off. But like a good father, though he held back on the halter as firm and tight as he could, but his focus was on his daughter. Stay put Connie, I got this! Whoa. I can assist by holding on to the bridle, Pa! And I can’t do so while being up here! The choice of staying on, adhering to her father, or leaping off the hitch wagon became irrelevant. By the reason of the next buck from the horse, up in the air went Conifer, without any control. Just in time was the nephew of Mrs. Palabras, having heard the crackling sound previously, he needed not an approval from his aunt. Shorten became the distance between him and the Oak’s. Rushing beneath the falling Conifer, collapsed they were on each other. Rolling on top of him and off him, swiftly arose the redhead Conifer. Well thank you mister, howdy! And off she went fiercely charging back toward the bucking horses. In his sight before him as he lays on the ground attempting to grasps what have just transpired, speedily out went Conifer toward that which obviously posed a danger to her, but she hesitated not. Therein she charges again toward the bucking horses. In the interruption of his thoughts was a lick to his face which followed by a bark by Needles, the Oak’s husky. Therein, he quickly repositioned himself, sitting with both arms behind him while resting on his palms, he outlifted himself. Although being aware of the danger of the unstableness of the horses, yet he too charged toward the Oaks, with the intention of helping calm the bucking horses. Not long after standing to his feet, moving toward the Oaks, down he went again flat on his face. His first thought of reaction was to justify his fall as not of his fault, knowing first impressions last a long way. Nevertheless, a good first impression is not always based on how we knowingly present ourselves to others, but how others perceive us even when we are unaware of their observant eyes. You best get both feet carry you before you carry the thoughts of helping us out right now, mister! As those words proceed from Conifer, he was already back on his feet. Looking in his direction, she sounded off; Get to the left side of Pa, I’ll take care of the horse on this side, and so he did. With the collaboration from the three, slowly did the horses come into the state of calmness. Now, high up on the driver seat sat Oak in gratitude as he leans back while still holding on to the halter, but with the position of resting his hands on his knees. Down below, Conifer rested her hand on the shoulder of their stranger helper. Well thank you again mister, you sure make the scene like a Christmas tree having her cones raided by an anxious squirrel. Although he could not always understand her sayings, but he did appreciate the manner in which she spoke and freely she did. Within, he thought, was that a compliment or am I seen as being intrusive for attempting to help? Up from the hitch wagon, the resting Oak did address his gratitude to the stranger below. There is sure some unusual shift in these lands, son. Never in many miles and back and again have these beautiful animals got so skeersome, I thought what in Sam Hill name is going on out here. Slatted them Sails, had Connie flying in the air. If it wasn’t for you, she would have sure broken something! Now she ain’t no light weight either. You okay son, nothing ain’t broken having my girl landing on you? Pa! Speak regular folk, he’s a stranger to these hills, ain’t that right mister? My Pa said he and yours truly, of course. We have ridden these hills for many miles, back and forth and our horses never got skeersome, which means scare. And because of the bucking, slatted and sails it had me flying. Furthermore, I ain’t heavy, I got bags, but they ain’t bones either. With a smug smile on her face, she then addressed herself to the stranger. I’m Conifer, and that’s my Pa, Oak. Right away he reaches his hand out in gesture of a greeting toward Conifer, hi again Conifer. I’m Unido, nice to meet you. While he yet held her hand in his hand, instinctively he turns toward the hitch wagon and acknowledged Oak. With a tilt to his cattleman hat, he nodded. Nice to meet you too Ondo. Pa! it’s Unido! That’s what I said. Sure, Pa. Son, give her a hand to unhitch the horses? Much obliged to you they seem mighty calm right now, but those ears pointing stiffy forward tells these horses ain’t totally calm yet. You reckon what’s going on son? I’m uncertain Mr. Oak. I will do as you requested, but are you not planning to deliver the trees to their respective homes? Oh, we will, son. There must be something wrong with the land placement. What now Pa? Land placement? I think he’s right Conifer, the topography seems unstable in some places just around here. It causes me to lose my balance earlier, I think. Oh, c’mon Unido, you trying to pull my leg? I ain’t taking that mickey. You telling me, you fell because the land is wobbly? Guys, never take responsibility for their folly. At that moment in time, both Oak and Unido spoke offhanded simultaneously. Yes, something is wrong with the land. Nevertheless, Conifer wasn’t going to be outdone, in her reaction she added; before you two start building stable transportation of railroads through these hills like city folks, let’s attend to the horses, shall we? As the two work together, Unido remembers his aunt by looking over his shoulders, but she was nowhere to be found. She must be somewhere closer, but out of sight, he ascertains and continued to help with the unhitching of the horses. Circling them was Needles, with his unwavering energy and his barks until the horses were released, but in the company of the three, along with Needles the huskie. On the hillside they did sit and conversed together. Beyond their point of view, no longer were the Wilhelms in sight, but their adventure continues. Below the family in their midst was Tes. The ever-ongoing uttering of Tes was somewhat heard, but drowned was its meaning in the sounds of the rushing wind. In the process of her utterance, attentively Constantine reaches down in her presence and got hold of the fawn from her arms and realizes that which she was attempting to speak in the loudness of the sounds of the wind. We are on the wrong path; she once again made her statement known to all, immediately after she was free from the weight of the fawn. With Constantine now holding on to the young animal, out in front Tes led the way as their parents’ held hands while following in the steps of Constantine and his sister, at the fore of their journey through the windy hills. Though they were uncertain of the leading of Tes, wherewith it might end, but the time spent together out in the open exceeded their uncertainty. The further she led them the less the force of the wind was felt, though it continues, but the velocity thereof became that of a cool breeze to the touch of the skin. Out from the back of Tes came the voice indirectly aimed toward her. Are we looking for the birthplace of the fawn, or we’re hoping the mama dear find us and join our trek? No daddy, we are taking him back, remember? Of course, he does remember, honey. Out spoke Desiree as she teasingly tugged on his jacket with the accompany brushing of her cheeks on his arms as she held on through their walk. Further along in the distance in the focus of their view lies the pile of twigs with branches and withering leaves. Away from the family went Tes, speedily. Increasing the pace of her steps Tes dashes toward the scatter piles of twigs, branches, and the leaves. Quickly she did jumped on and hopped, and hopped thereon and then facing toward her family, in excitement she did hopped again. See, I told you so, he was moving beneath the leaves and the sticks! She acclaims with excitement. With the distance still between Tes and her family, they were glad and proud of her sense of direction. However, what was now to be done with the helpless animal? Gradually the steps of Constantine, became impediment to his movement as he turned around facing his parents with the fawn being held in his arms. At his feet unknown to him was a brown leather pouch. Grabbing the attention of Desiree, she stoops down for the retrieving of the item. Unique was the appearance and so was the construction of the material with an inscription of the numbers, 1492, encircle with the letter C. Instinctively Desiree beholds the uniqueness of the leather pouch while looking over her shoulder toward their previous path and back in the direction of her son. Baby, she called out to Constantine. Did you drop an item from within this pouch, is it yours? It is beautiful. Every moment for her was admirably cherish with her family being together. That being so, she was not at all to allow the separation for a second with the division of her family within any given minute, while being together on this day of family day out, of togetherness. Well, I will keep it in my pocket, she concluded. This was her way of saying let us now enjoy our time, but together as a family. All things else can wait. Even the finding of what was within the pouch. To this, Constantine adhere to his mother, while yet holding the fawn. Their somewhat uncertainty for the time being before the pile of leaves did bring the family together once again in the physical proximity of each other. Tes rejoins the family from the pile to stand beside her brother, who was now next to their parents. There they stood, alone it seems, uncertain, but at peace in the presence of one another. Cordially through their conversation, Desiree did kneel before Tes, and rezip her jacket further up, follow by the refitting of her beanie on her head, while playfully covering her eyes partially. I can’t see, mommy! With her giggling and utterance, felt around her was the warm embrace of the loving arms of her mother. Therein, the words of Jason became like a playback to the awareness of Desiree. An alone fawn isn’t always an abandon fawn. Standing up with Tes in her presence, Desiree weaves her way through her family toward the opposite side of the pile of the leaves and twigs. Accessible in view, which was her driven factor, lies a stick of a good length. Yet, it appears not to be a part of the random piles in the vicinity. Nevertheless, there it was. Oddly so was it appearance. Newly removed from a tree, yet it lies in solitary, having one end fashioned in the likeness for a steady grip. With the branch stick now in her hand, toward her family she did focus her attention follow by an inquiry. I guess we aren’t the first one here, but we are now. Let’s make a good use of it! On the way to the pile she went, with the stick being used as a probe it seems to her family. Are you looking for something, mom? Asked Constantine. Come over baby, she replied. Leaving the presence of his dad with the fawn in his hands. Before long, so did his dad and Tes, joining him toward Desiree. Stay back you two, I asked for Constantine. Baffled was the expression of Tes along with her dad. But I found him mommy, cried out Tes. I know honey, but let’s limit our scents to the area and on him, so his mama can’t refuse him, hopefully. As the two watched from a distance, it was soon realized the supposedly probing to be done by Desiree was, but for the making of a comfortable bedding for the young animal. Therein, Constantine carefully placed down the fawn. Followed by Desiree quickly, but carefully putting together a hutch for the young animal. Now we wait! Any one hungry? Gleefully did Desiree asked in the company of her family. Sure, I will have some smokey baked beans, please. You are the man; build me a stove and I will whip you one scrumptious smokey baked beans. Such was the mood, of merriment as they gathered together, away from the pile where the fawn laid. Clear remains the atmospheres for the visibility of that which was around them. Near and far, Thin were the surroundings shrubs as they have let go of their leaves for the arrival of an early winter, and dried up were those leaves that yet cling to the stems and the withering branches. In their golden crisp colors, they remain. Letting through light from above, one could clearly see through the shrubs and below their dried-up branches and stems. Gently swaying were the remaining leaves that clung to the brittle branches. Giving the mind the awareness of the unseen wind, while still feeling its effects. The longer the family stay in the area, more observable became their surroundings. Though activities on the hills continues, yet in their nearby surrounding, quiet remains all things, but the companionship of the soft blowing wind. Their journey together as a family led them to a place of isolation, but at times in a place of isolation, we find ourselves and knowing what others are to us, and what we ought to be to them. Their alone time was now interrupted, not by the expectancy of the mother dear, but the flock of the shade of black and white, chirping and diving from the clear sky above. Scattered below were the lively flock of black-capped Chickadee birds covering the ground with the shade of black and white in the midst of the family. They shy not away from a human presence. Consequently, the watchers of the fawn became the interest of investigation for these curious birds of beautiful black and white feathery cover. Departing from the side of her dad was Tes, dashing toward the birds. Her hasty move did cause a startled amongst the flock. Their temporary retreat soon turned into a curious gathering and the regrouping of their presence around the child. On her knees she went, in an attempt to pet individual birds and many they were. Though they stand not still, neither did her little hands in reaching out to the birds as they curiously gather around her. The innocence of a child through their simplicity approach to many things, at times it serves as an awakening to those who perceive their actions that the contentment of life is in every place, if we choose to be in one place without the constant wandering of the weary mind. We can appreciate what is around us, by seeing what is now. Without worrying about that which is to be, or may not be. Joining the company of the kneeling Tes was Constantine. Though he did not kneel, but his interest in these birds differ not from his sister, as the parents watches from a distance, but attached in the likeness of sharing an appreciation of what was now before them as a family. Their effort to do that which is right and needful was carried out, by the support they’ve shown for the fawn. Though the work was done, but the results remain unseen. Such is life, doing the right thing doesn’t always produce the instant anticipation of an expected result. Nevertheless, for a heart that is truly geared toward making a change, it is sustained not by an accreditation, but the heart’s desire for an ongoing need to do that which is right. This was seen through the company of the Chickadee birds they admire together as a family and what was to shortly happen in their midst. With their attentions toward the birds and the awareness of were the fawn lays. Yet in the conscience of Desiree, slowly crept the awareness of a third consciousness. Though she sees not, but she felt something. Shortly thereafter, moving beside her for the time being was Constantine. In his hand was the branch which was used by Desiree in the preparation for where the fawn lays. Mom, this branch was cutoff and carved, not professionally, but looking at this, it wasn’t a random growth and a branch surly doesn’t fall off a tree like this. I know baby, that’s why I said earlier we are not alone or certainly we weren’t the first one down here. Thereafter, the admiration of the birds continues, but the mind envisioned things, where there wasn’t anything. In the anticipation that there could be something somewhere other than their presence. With Tes and her dad fully preoccupy being surrounded by the chickadee birds, enclosed were the arms of Desiree around Constantine as he stood in the front of her while holding on to her folding arms with his hands. The blowing of the wind became a nudge to the mind, for where it blew, the alteration of movements was seen and heard in the given location. However, more than the effect of brittle leaves being blown by the wind, out came the rustling of sounds from a tree which did graced its surrounding with bright yellowing leaves beneath its trunk and the appearance of fiery glow orange leaves which did hung from its branches. The display of this tree was the personification of the beauty, endurance, and the transformation of the autumn season at its finest. Nevertheless, a sound was heard from the tree, cause not by the blowing of the wind. Slowly the arms of Desiree unravel its embrace of Constantine while looking in the direction of the tree. With him yet clinging to her hand, both were repositioned, hands in hands facing toward the possible reason for the rattling sound. Carefully the two walked toward the source of the sound, with Tes and her dad still preoccupy with the birds. As Constantine and Desiree drew nearer, firstly seen behind the trunk of the tree being partially covered with the gathering of leaves was a backpack. And beneath the backpack was a boy, lying flat in the attempt of concealment, but fully seen. Alarmed and startled were the two as they rushed down amongst the leaves. At last, reluctantly the boy did turned, and instinctively he was recognized by the striking color of his eyes which always portray the calmness of his demeanor with a stunning green color, like the nature of which he was very fond of. His age did not limit his exploration of the outdoors. But unlike the other kids, alone he was always seen. He seldomly spoke when he was in the company of others, but for his notable stared he was known. And never was he seen approaching amongst the other kids. Suddenly he did appear it seems, and his goodbyes were silence as the words he hardly spoke. For an instant he was there, and he was not. Laying on his right side with the resting of his elbow, he pickup not himself, but leaning in silence. Staring upon him was Constantine, with the many thoughts concerning the boy which was spoken by the other kids. Some said he was an apparition. For many were the speculations concerning him amongst the children of the hills. In as much, Mass Heed, the friend of Constantine, attempted on many occasions to prove who the boy was. One humorous, but notable occurrence was the Mass’ theory which implies that the boy was, but a fragment of their imagination. Consequently, to silicified his theory, Mass wanders and disappear for a day and a half. When he was finally found in the shed of the Wilhelms his first words to Constantine and his family were, hey buddy Constantine! Did you think of me? Of course, Mass, your parents have been looking for you and how did you get into our shed, is there where you have been all along? Baffle was everyone else, but thrill was Mass in his exclamation, he proceeded to elaborate. Although I was absent you guys, but you vividly thought of me! Didn’t you? So is Skielike. For this was the name of the boy that the kids considered to be an apparition. Even though we see Skielike, but he is not actually there so this is why he appears and disappear without us knowing! Mass continues to expound. I must apologize. I ate your flour while proving my theory as a reality for these days. Mass, you were gone just a day and you ate flour? Oh yes Constantine, a mind like mine in such stage needed all the solid food. That’s not solid, it’s a flour. Well, flour mixed with liquid and with time, equals solid. Oh Mass, don’t tell me where you got the liquid from. With Constantine’s dad standing behind him leaning on the shed’s door watching Mass within and not knowing what to make of that which was being heard, there he stood and watched in silence. As Desiree approaches, having heard part of the boy’s conversation. Oh, you poor thing, you have been eating flour? Come on in the house. I will make you some food to eat. It’s okay mom, Mass isn’t really here he is a figment of our imagination. No Constantine, the feelings part is not an imagination. And I feel the great need to eat right now. Speaking underneath his breath as they left the shed was Mr. Wilhelms, maybe we should wrap a hot towel around his gut and wait till all the flour he ate turn into a loaf of bread. From toward the house out came Tes, knowing the company was coming toward her, so there she stood in wait with a hand on her hips, and an open question to all. Is Mass in trouble, why was he hiding? He is just a unique boy honey, and we are going to make him feel comfortable after I prepare a meal for him. As she did for Mass in the past, she was once again in the position and the place to do the same for Skielike. Reaching down for him, for he was no bigger than Tes. Although her mind was in disarray and confusion with pity for the child, but she was admirable glad to embrace him in her arms while removing the shards and debris from his face for the revealing of his olive complexion and with the neatening of his hair with her hand. As she reaches for his backpack for a more comfortable ease to his being. In harmony he did let go, but with Desiree’s attempt in passing over the backpack to Constantine who stood by watching, agitation was steered up in the action of Skielike. He let not go of the straps. Until the backpack was now between him and Desiree. Thereafter, he reaches within the bigger pocket and out came a suppose presence, held carefully with both hands he handed over to Desiree. In the moment she was spellbound by the consideration and the pureness of his charm. One could ascertain from the caring and the observant nature of Desiree, nothing was further from the truth then her desire to clean up the child and prepare a hot meal for him with love and kindness before finding out the many questions concerning his well-being. He swiftly repositioned himself further into the protection of her arms, and looking over her shoulder, was Tes and her dad, joining them at the big tree. We are taking him home, aren’t we? His witty remarks as such were the complete opposite of his devotion and support to Desiree and their family. For his support was always given even before it was asked for. I know him, daddy. He’s Skielike, interject Tes. With the full gathering once again of the family, Desiree sense the sudden change in Skielike, Therein, she stood up with him. Holding on to her and her arms embracing him up close to her as possible, while pacing back and forth beneath the big tree in the company of the family with hope to calm him down. The experience now was as a blurry memory for Desiree. In bits and pieces, she never fully understood, but the similarity of thoughts and conscience of being alone and scare have silently bore to her a burden she shared not with anyone. Though she understood not where the consciousness arose, but she accepted what was uncomfortable to her in the silence of her memories to be a motivation to help others, such as now. The somewhat frighten, Skielike. In her movement of pacing, while holding on to the child she procured the attention of Constantine and his assistance by the placing of what was in the bag, into the hand of Constantine. Soft it felt, almost as decaying, but pleasantly acceptable to the touch. Desiree then walks toward Tes and her dad, as a means of familiarizing Skielike to the family for the time being. With her attention once again toward Constantine, she addresses him, while at the same time broadly expressing her plans for the gathering at this present moment. You all are going to be in for a treat, but with a lesson to learn! Looking at that which was in the grip of his hand, he knew though fragile it felt, but it was likely to be the center of attention for their gathering. Such is life at times, and the precious commonality of those things which serves as the strength of our unity. The ties aren’t based on strength, but the little things. Even those things that are fragile, they can be the source of togetherness. What could it be? he pounders silently through his curious observation of that which was in his hand. There Beneath the tree they were, and high above was the moving of its branches through the blowing of the wind. For the length of this tree towered above their presence and the landscape, round and about. Though he stood alone, but his eyes gaze not only upon the fruit but the surrounding and Skielike in the company of his family. To be continued . . . Next Share