(This story so far resides here: https://ofourmaker.com/2023/10..../17/adolphus-search- )

Raleigh cleared his throat.

"Quite a sudden question, wouldn't you say?"

Gibbsen was reminded again how dull were some humans' senses - it was clear to him that the question was in no way sudden. Raleigh went on,

"After all she's only just begun a new life; hasn't gone far from the station." He then addressed Number One directly: "Would you not like to think the question over, and maybe have a chance for a wider experience, meet more people, perhaps - no offence to anyone present - perhaps a few folks less withered and colourless?"

Number One laughed merrily at this.

"What you say is funny, Raleigh!" Then her face abruptly became somber. "I saw many humans."

She looked across to where Gareth stood, quiet and still as a haunting, antique painting of some allegorical scene. There was fear in her eyes, quickly being swallowed up by longing, and doubly drowned in a hopeful assurance.

"He saved me," she said, and stood up.

"He gave me learning." She took a step.

"He gave me clothes." Another step. She always wore the dark print dress he had bought her, though faintly darker patches remained of her brother's blood.

"He gave me comfort." In time with each phrase, she took an intent, solemn step in her bare feet.

"I saw many humans, I saw them the times they died, the times they had braveness, and the times they were weak; I saw what they love, and they did not love, what they love more, and they love most, and what they hate. These times I saw humans. The humans who others thought, thought they were good, and they were not good; thought they were not good, and they were good. The time I was weak, he came into the dark, he dug me out. He got free, the time my father had him: cut the claw of death. He is ugly, but he is strong, and he is clean. He is terrifying: that is what are angels."

After twenty-nine steps, she stood close enough to look up into his hood. She put her hand - still with her spit on it - in his.

"Make me your own, sir!"

He clasped her hand gently, and drew her the last step, quite close to him.

"Your name, is 'Enid'."

There was a quiver in her, which had nothing to do with trying to stand straight.

"I am named, this time... I am Enid."

She closed her eyes, pressed her tumbled, touselled head to the folds of his bosom, and sobbed vigorously. Her hand that he held he raised to his shoulder, and his other arm he put tenderly around her back.

To be continued.

#dailycreatedoom #writtenoom #adolphussearchandrescue 2023/11/22

Whenever I get time to play around and draw something, I like to try something new. I didn't do the Vectober thing this year like I did last, but I did get a book on a few Japanese art styles.

I really like this. If it didn't take me about a week to create just this one character, I would love to make comics in this fashion.

#memes

If you are travelling: know that our prayers are with you. If you're staying home: good for you! I hope & pray everyone has a Happy & Safe Thanksgiving, whether you celebrate or not. To those of you where it is just another work day: hang in there! Only one more day before Shabbat! Shalom, all!

May Yah protect every one here tomorrow. Personally, I do not celebrate Thanksgiving. I have in my DNA Taino Indian blood and do not feel well partaking on such a festivity. I only look forward to Yah's feasts.

Thanksgiving and Family
It’s cliché to say things like “enjoy your family while you have them” until it stops being a cliché and becomes reality. In the past few years, I have attended more funerals than I had in my previous 4+ decades of life. We’ve seen people pass at very young ages, in their later years, and a couple in the prime of life. The sorrow is immense and intense at times. Being with grieving relatives is something we must do, but being a grieving relative is a pain we wish on nobody.
I had at least two very large falling outs with my parents during my lifetime. By the grace of Yahweh we were able to mend those rips, despite being remarkably stubborn people. I was close with my mother for years before she passed away last year and am now actively involved in caring for my elderly father along with two of my sisters. My father’s memory is failing very fast so I praise Yahweh I was able to have a good relationship with him before he entered this stage of life.
On the other end of the spectrum of life are our children. We raise them to become independent and productive adults. When they do, we realize what we’ve done as they become independent and successful, needing us less and less. The pride when they succeed and grow in life and responsibility is always contrasted against the reality that they will move away and you will have less and less time with them. There will be joy when they have children and you see yourselves in those kids. There will be bittersweet sadness when you see the traits of your own parents in your grandchildren. And there will be delicious irony when you see your kids realize that you were, indeed, right about most things!
As we gather to commemorate the settlers’ landing at Plymouth Rock and their miraculous deliverance from plague and starvation, let’s remember to give thanks to Yahweh for things both big and small. He allowed this continent to be settled and to become so prosperous that we have become the beacon of freedom for the world. And He has allowed us to have families and friends to cherish these moments with. Through His providence He has given us a day where we may all fellowship with friends and family without any need for doctrinal controversy. Because this fourth Thursday in November is the day our forefathers decided to dedicate as a day of thanksgiving to the Creator of the universe apart from any denomination.
May Yahweh grant you Shalom at your gatherings. May the time with your loved ones be a blessing to all. And may this day bring joyous loving memories of your loved ones who have passed on. In Yeshua’s holy Name.

Israel now says the hostage release won't happen before Friday. A pause in fighting has also been delayed, Israeli official tells CNN.

Gahhhh…. Time moves so slow when Turkey dinner is in the future. ⌚️