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It is not through good works one will be saved. Not through obeying the law and persecuting others. Is this not judgement in itself? Are we to judge knowing in our hearts that we have sinned? But what sin is not pardoned if we follow the greatest  commandment: to love. For in true love there is no judgement. 

And the only work required:

“The work of God is this: to believe in the one he has sent.” (NIV John 6:29)

How then can we spew hate and persecute those “different” than us.  Do not quote scripture at me when you yourself have left your children to fend for themselves. 

I can only apologize that I have not a way to help. The snares in my own life are far more than I can handle. I can only preach love, though I cannot feel it. My own child is with his father, not because of man, because of courts and judgement: but in a moment of clear lucidity I knew his father had a far greater capacity to love than myself. There he is safe from this self-destuctive spiral I find myself on. This merry-go-round has room for but one passenger and I would wish it on noone. 

Be careful how you raise your children so that sins of the father do not reap what you have sown. In man’s quest for excellence we have so poluted the world that what was once cured by faith may no longer be. I am how I am for a reason, though I know not what it is. It is through faith that I put one step in front of the other. Yes look both ways, but move forward. 

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Frank and Matthew

It was the scream and thud that woke Frank up. He didn’t even pause just went out his bedroom door and across the hall.

“Pup? Mattie it’s me.” Frank walked in to a room in disarray and dark. Well there was half the problem Mattie didn’t leave the light to the en suite on.

“Mattie, it’s okay to leave the light on. I have the kitchen one on too.” Frank walked across using the light coming from the open curtains to make his way to the bathroom.

Turning the light on, Frank was able to see the crack in the closet. That wouldn’t be where Mattie was. No, the young man always somehow managed to get himself under the bed. Frank was too old and too large to be crawling under there, though that first night he had.

Grabbing the bedding and the pillows Frank settled down on the floor leaving a path to the bedroom and to the bathroom for Mattie.

“I’m just going to sleep right here pup. It’s okay. We’ll talk in the morning about changing the sleeping arrangement okay?”

Frank could just see Mattie’s eyes as he peered at him from beneath the bed. Laying back on his back, Frank shut his eyes and started counting. He hit ten when he heard the first shift, twenty when he heard the next. Patience was what Frank needed. How many times had he had to wait for Mattie to figure out that he wasn’t in trouble for being scared. They were still trying to follow Mattie’s trail, find where he came from and how he ended up at the club.

But until the sweet pup started talking they were running blind. Frank sighed, it would happen. Patience and quiet right now were the key. And Frank could provide that in spades. The guys would take care of the club until Mattie had adjusted then they would go from there.

120. Frank stilled and stayed silent as Mattie crawled next to him on the make-shift bed. He didn’t say a word. He had spoken the other night and sent Mattie scrambling for safety, now he just waited for a sign.

Mattie had watched the feet of the large man come in and turn on the light. He still wasn’t so sure that it was okay, but he wasn’t in charge. He had had another bad dream and hadn’t meant to wake anyone.

Now watching the Master lay down on the floor he felt guilty. Not that he had been punished for being inconvenient, yet. He didn’t understand. He had woken up the house, why wasn’t he in trouble?

Carefully crawling from under the bed, Mattie stayed low and scooted closer to the warmth that permeated from the silent form. Just to be warm. When no punches or scolding words came Mattie settled down to sleep. Maybe…

How did we get here with Frank and Matthew? I still do not know what I am going to call him, Matt, Matthew or Mattie. Comment below. And I’ll fill in some of the blanks as I go.

Thank you for reading. 😀

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The beginning…

Matthew sat and watched. Well leaned against the bars and watched. He was so tired. Not hungry, not sore, no longer stiff and achy from sitting for so long, just tired.

The boy currently kneeling at his Master’s? feet was gorgeous. More so than he was. He had grown up late, a late growth spurt ruining the twink look he had going for him. Now, well he was too tall, too gangly, awkward. Awkward and bald, his soon to be former Master having shaved him bald. Everywhere, the dirty blonde hair… all gone.

He had seen this from the other angle, watched as the boy he replaced was let go. Closing his eyes, Matthew simply thought, “Please let me find someone.”

Broken toe and all that

I promise I will get all caught up.

I’ve been playing Minecraft.. No more to say there.

But I broke my toe doing something really stupid, stepping over a box on the floor. I didn’t step far enough. I am now mostly healed and getting back into the swing of cardio. Nasty stuff that, that cardio.

Believe me this post is all about excuses. My sister was gone for a week to a conference and I have both kids the majority of the time, plus unplanned visit from my parents…. No more to say there….

Well I have missed all my posts the last month. Missed my muse and then some. I am still sitting on Frank and Matthew’s story. I am having a hard time getting the right words for Matthew’s side. And I am a great big chicken liver and cannot seem to get the courage to ask the owner of the pic if I can use his pic seeing as it was his caption to the picture that found me Frank’s other half. … Did anyone else get dizzy with that one?

Though, funny funny, if anyone recognizes it. Jamie’s Jelly is in process. Don’t know where the story line will go. But I have high hopes for it. 😀

But, well after all my waffling around I am ready to get back to work.

Plate is full, and my skills at time management, well I just haven’t developed those yet. ha-ha 😀 ItWorks, writing, (stalking) um not… um admiring beautiful people, 40 hour desk job, full time single parent… exercising… Anything else? Playing games (just Minecraft, though I do have Hearthstone on my phone now. I had to reset my Apple password. Stupid) bothering people, wait I’m to old to be doing that…. wondering when my Keeper will find me… oh who knows what goes on in the crazy mind of mine.

I am revamping the blog site. Adding a published works page with all my books and as soon as I figure it out a PayPal button. I need someone website savvy.

Being an author is not cheap. I have to pay my illustrator in Starbucks coffee. 😀 And getting copy rights to use images is not cheap either. All for the good and enjoyment of writing and sharing my craziness with others.

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Share Your World – 2015 Week 14

I’m a week late, but at least I’m here. Broken toe, holidays, crazy life… and a post for the Absolute Write Blog Chain. Yes I write this chalk full of excuses because I have em. 😀

Share Your World

What type of music relaxes you the most or do you prefer silence?

Oh. It completely depends on what is going on. If I am highly agitated I will of all things throw on the soundtrack from Batman, oh lord the name escapes me. The one with the Riddler and Two-Face. I have a very eclectic range of music ranging from Techno to Enya and Celtic instrumental. Now on my Youtube (J Elyzabeth) page, well… It’s even more of a hodgepodge because I was making assorted annoying (I was being a brat) play lists for a Twitch channel I was watching.

Show us a two of your favorites photographs?  Explain why they are your favorite.   If you are not a photographer, think of a two favorite scenes in your life and tell us about them.  I am sad. I cannot post them as they are photos of two men I respect. I need their permission. But let’s say the photos have become a muse for me as I see them in answer to the writer’s block that I have been suffering.

What is your favorite tradition? (family tradition, church tradition, whatever)

I honestly do not have one. Things have become so fluid with all of us slowly making our own families.

If you could go back and talk to yourself at age 18 what advice would you give yourself?  Or if you are younger than 25 what words of wisdom would you like to tell yourself at age 50?

Do not get a credit card!! Your grandpa is correct. Save your money and do not go out with the next seven guys you meet. They are not worth it. Take the post in England and do not get married!

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

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