#(gonna share some more of alive shannon tomorrow!)

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday💀

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hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣 it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha) gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣 not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol

I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both snippet 1 | snippet 2

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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway. 

There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.

“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”

“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.

“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script. 

“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.

“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”

Eddie hangs up without a word.

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[mychemicalrachel]

Right Here

Takes place right after Eddie Begins. After narrowly avoiding death and being buried alive, Eddie has a question for Buck.

Word count; 1776

Read it on Ao3!

He can’t sleep.

Even if he could, he’s not sure he would want to.

Everytime he closes his eyes, he sees Eddie; covered in mud, buried in the sodden earth, alone and scared. He sees himself digging, screaming, trying to reach him. Trying to let him know he wasn’t alone, that Buck was right there, that he’d always been right there.

If the memories are hitting him this hard while he’s awake, Buck knows that sleep is a long way off. He makes himself some tea and settles into the couch, preparing for a long night.

He flips through channels and turns on the Xbox, only to turn it off again a few minutes later. He scrolls aimlessly through Netflix and starts shows he can’t focus enough attention on, then starts the whole searching process over, trying to find something else to watch. Something to occupy his mind so he isn’t thinking so damn much.

It’s not until a knock sounds for the second time that it earns Buck’s attention. A brief, fleeting acknowledgement; someone is here. And just as quickly, it’s dismissed; someone is here and if he ignores them, they’ll go away. He settles back, sips his tea, and starts another show.

He’s almost forgotten it completely when the door opens, and that sound warrants a lot more attention than just a knock. He tries to remember coming home; He’s fairly certain he locked the door. Even in his mechanical state, it’s habit. And that means that whoever is here has a key.

He waits, head inclined toward the entrance.

“Buck?”

He blinks. “Eddie?” Buck is on his feet before Eddie even rounds the corner. At first he thinks he must be imagining it-- maybe he fell asleep after all and this is just a dream. But Eddie hesitates in the entryway and the pause gives Buck enough clarity of mind to realize it’s not a dream.

“What are you doing here?” Buck demands. He starts forward just as Eddie does, and they both freeze again. “Come in here. Sit down. What are you doing here?” he asks again. He shoves the remote and Xbox controller off onto the floor and ushers Eddie to take a seat on the couch. “You should be resting. You look like hell.”

Eddie grimaces, but laughs nonetheless. “You should talk. Did I wake you up?”

Buck shakes his head. “Can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

After the tsunami, Buck recalls a lot of nightmares. He remembers waking up in a cold sweat, shouting Christopher’s name. There were nights and days he spent awake, replaying the moment in his mind, telling Eddie that he’d lost his son.

He can’t even begin to imagine the sort of nightmares Eddie is fighting right now.

“You should be resting, at least.”

“I’m fine,” Eddie says, but he shifts uneasily on the couch. He’s turned to face Buck, one leg pulled up under him, hands splayed on his knees like he’s bracing for impact.

“You were buried alive,” Buck reminds him.

“I remember,” Eddie says. “And I am fine, Buck. Physically. But… That’s kind of why I’m here.” He takes a breath and Buck feels it, too; that moment of impact, bracing for a collision. He waits for whatever it is Eddie might say.

Silence passes in waves, each second another tsunami hitting Buck again and again. He wants to press for more, but he’s afraid of pushing Eddie too far, pushing him away. He stays quiet.

Eventually Eddie swallows, the knot in his throat bobbing along as he speaks. “Back when I was in Afghanistan, there was an attack. They shot down the helicopter. There was fire and sand everywhere, I was choking on it. And I was trying to save everyone, but I got shot. I was bleeding and I was just thinking about….about everything. About my life.”

He sniffles, wiping a hand across his nose. Buck watches a tear splatter on his jeans, but doesn’t say a word.

“I was so scared,” Eddie admits with trembling lips. “That was the only time really that I thought I might die over there.”

Buck’s brow creases. A few times, in the almost two years that Buck had known him, Eddie talked about serving. Mostly it was about the friends, the family, he had while he was over there. But he’d never heard this story. He wonders why he’s hearing it now, of all times, but he knows Eddie needs to get this out in order to say whatever it is he came here to say.

“I had this picture of Christopher and Shannon. It was taken on his fifth birthday. They were smiling, and Cristopher looked so happy. I knew…” Eddie pauses, breathing, to swipe a finger across his lower lip. “I knew that they had each other. If anything happened, if I didn’t come home, I knew that they would be okay because they had each other.”

“But you didn’t die,” Buck says, because he has to say something. He feels the urgency swell to remind both himself and Eddie of this, that he is alive, he’s okay, that he’s here. “You made it home for them.”

Eddie nods. “I knew being a firefighter was dangerous, but last night…”

He trails off and for a long time Buck thinks maybe he won’t even finish. That’s the end of the story, the conversation is over. But Eddie sits up straighter, a look of resolve hardening his features when he finally meets Buck’s eyes. “Last night, I really thought I wouldn’t get out of there. I thought I was gonna die, Buck.”

“What are you saying, Eddie?” Buck asks, because he hates the way this sounds. It was the tone of voice Maddie had used when she explained that she was moving away with Doug. The voice Abby had used before she boarded a plane and never looked back. It was the sound of someone leaving, of being left behind, and Buck was all too familiar with that sound.

The idea of losing Eddie, too…

He saw himself once again, with dirt under his fingernails as he fought to dig Eddie out. 

“Before,” Eddie said, stressing each word, willing Buck to understand, “if anything happened to me, Shannon was there. But she’s dead. I am all Christopher has left. If something happened-- if I hadn’t gotten out of there last night--”

“But you did,” Buck tells him.

Eddie huffs in exasperation. “Will you be quiet for two minutes, Buck? I’m trying to ask you something.”

“It sounds like you’re breaking up with me,” Buck says. And he knows how ridiculous it sounds. It feels ridiculous. There’s nothing between them, nothing tangible at least. Nothing to break but a friendship and a co-workmanship. Unless… 

“Are you quitting? Because you can’t do that, Eddie. Even Bobby won’t accept a resignation right now. You’re under a lot of stress--”

“Dammit, Buck,” Eddie exclaims. “I’m not resigning. I’m trying to ask you to be Christopher’s godfather!”

The words hang heavy between them and Buck runs them through his head again, then a third time to make sure he’s heard them right. When he’s certain he has, he asks, “What?”

Eddie sighs. “Christopher loves you. You’re my best friend. I told you before, Buck, I trust you more than anyone in the world to take care of him, and I meant that.

“That was for babysitting!” Buck shouts. “For taking care of him for a few hours. Not raising him!”

“Look,” Eddie laughs, and Buck immediately feels some of the tension leave his body. “You don’t have to answer right now. And even if you say yes, it’s not like I’m expecting to drop dead tomorrow. It’s just a what if.”

“Pretty morbid what if.”

Eddie tilts his head, studying Buck. “When you became a firefighter, did you draw up a will?”

Buck thinks for a second. “Yeah,” he admits. But it was nothing super serious. It was a formality. A distant safety net for if anything ever happened on the job. But Buck didn’t have anything of value anyway, he just left everything to Maddie; a sick sort of joke that she would deal with all of his baggage, emotional and otherwise, even after he was dead and gone. But this…

This is Eddie asking him to be Christopher’s godfather. His legal guardian if anything should happen to Eddie.

This was very much real.

“You can’t put a kid in a will, Buck,” Eddie says. The force of the words are lessened with a shrug. “This is just my way of making sure Chris is taken care of. If anything ever happens.”

“What about your parents?” Buck asks, and immediately knows he hit a sore spot when Eddie grimaces.

“They love him,” Eddie concedes. “But there’s a reason we left Texas.”

“But--” Buck gapes. “Why not Bobby and Athena? Or Hen? They have actual kids, Eddie. I don’t know the first thing about being a parent. Why me?”

Eddie watches him, his gaze soft and open when he smiles. “You love him, probably as much as I do. The rest you figure out as you go. You think I had any idea what I was doing at first?”

“You had years of practice,” Buck says.

Eddie nods. “And hopefully I’ll have a lot more years left. But if I don’t--”

“Are you sure about this?”

“One hundred percent, Buck.” Eddie leans forward, his hand coming to rest on Buck’s. It’s warm in a way Buck doesn’t look at too closely-- he just allows himself to enjoy it. “I trust you.”

“Yeah,” he says, and then nods with more determination. “Yeah, Eddie. Of course. You know I’d do anything for you and Chris.”

Eddie squeezes his hand once more, but doesn’t pull away. He leaves them there, their hands tangled on Buck’s knee. He grins, “That’s how I know I’m making the right choice. Now scoot over,” he shoves at Buck, kicking his shoes off onto the floor and pulling his legs up onto the couch. “You were right about needing rest. What are you watching?”

Buck lets himself be manhandled into a comfortable position before restarting the show he had picked, but they don’t make it past the opening credits before he hears Eddie snoring peacefully on his shoulder.

He glances down, watching Eddie’s chest rise and fall. He counts the breaths and lets his own breathing fall into the same rhythm. It makes it all the more real, like they’re sharing one set of lungs. He finally falls asleep knowing that Eddie is alive, that he’s safe. That he’s right here, exactly where he’s supposed to be.

[scenes-in-between]

Daemonicus

(pre-episode)

In the week after the explosion on the ship, Scully barely sleeps. When her fears about William aren’t keeping her awake, she is bolting upright at every little sound coming from the hallway outside her apartment. When she does sleep, her dreams are a parade of one calamity after another befalling Mulder, out there on his own.

Oddly, she takes some comfort in the fact that these dreams are always different; she still can’t explain the dreams she had when he was missing before, the ones Mulder quietly confirmed were somehow representative of what he had endured, but they were always the same. This time around, it is possible to convince herself that these are normal nightmares, mere products of stress and worry, nothing more.

She forces herself to leave the apartment, once a day, to check her anonymous email account from an internet cafe in Georgetown. Her stomach knots tighter and tighter each time she accesses an inbox that is as empty as it was the day before. Sometimes, if William is asleep in the stroller, she finds herself ducking into the church on the way home, praying that tomorrow will be the day she finally hears from him.

It takes two and a half weeks for those prayers to be answered.

Her heart leaps to her throat at the sight of the bolded You have 1 new message notification. Tears of relief and longing spring to her eyes as she reads the single line of text within.

“Safe for now, though I can confirm the threat was genuine. Are you safe?”

She doesn’t know how to answer that. Between the incident with the mobile, what she found (and didn’t find) on the Navy ship, and everything that Shannon McMahon claimed, two weeks ago she had serious doubts about whether she and William were safe. However, looking over her shoulder constantly since then has revealed no indication of an imminent threat. That doesn’t mean there isn’t one, but if she shares her worries with him, he might try to return prematurely, and it is clear from his message that that would be a dangerous mistake.

Her fingers tremble as she taps out a reply.

“I cannot tell you what a relief it is to read your words. Not hearing from you for so long, I feared the worst. Please keep yourself safe, and do not worry about us. I miss you very much, but I am thankful beyond measure that you are alive.

Yours, D”

That night, for the first time since he left, her sleep is deep and dreamless.

***

Two months pass.

They manage to establish a delicate correspondence; there is no pattern or regularity to it, and each time she hears from him is a gift she does not take for granted. The ability to maintain this link with him, however tenuous, affords her a measure of strength through their separation that she might not otherwise have had. Life moves on in a way that could almost pass for normal. 

As her maternity leave nears its end, she finds herself feeling conflicted about returning to work. She misses it, without question, but she also knows too well the dangers that exist out in the field, and the thought of one day not making it home to William is utterly terrifying. (Never mind that the X-Files unit really only requires two agents, and she has no wish to displace Monica, who seems to be thriving in the assignment.) It comes as an unexpected relief, then, when AD Skinner hesitantly suggests, as though he’s afraid of offending her, that she might consider taking a position at Quantico.

***

“Where are you going, Monica?” “This man Kobold can help us, John. I’m going to prove it to you.”

Monica stalks out of the autopsy bay, and after a pause, John heaves a frustrated sigh and starts to follow.

“Agent Doggett?” comes a quiet voice from behind him when his hand is on the door.

He looks back over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

Agent Scully’s tongue touches the corner of her mouth, an obvious tell that she’s nervous about saying whatever she’s about to say. “I know you’re frustrated. That you feel like… like the answer here is obvious, only no one can seem to see it but you.”

���Gee, can’t imagine why I’d feel like that.” He releases the door, turning fully and crossing his arms over his chest. “Look, if you’re gonna try and tell me that I should ignore evidence, ignore what my gut is saying on this guy Kobold--”

“I’m not. I’m not suggesting that at all.”

“Well what, then?”

He can see her choosing her words carefully, and it irks him. He doesn’t need to be patronized, least of all by her. Once upon a time, they were comfortable enough with each other to forego all this dancing around and careful tending of egos.

“The cases in the X-Files… you know as well as I do that they often require… a different approach than a standard investigation.”

“The hell they do. I’ve been at this for almost a year and a half, and not once has a case required me to believe in voodoo, or demonic curses, or aliens in order to solve it.”

“That’s not what I mean, exactly.”

Well now he’s confused. “Okay. Well, what do you mean?”

“When I worked with-- When you and I worked together, we didn’t always share the same theories about whatever we were trying to solve.”

It’s not lost on him that she was about to start with a Mulder story and then course-corrected. 

“Right…” he says, not entirely sure where she’s going with this.

“And very often, those differing theories and perspectives were what kept the investigation moving forward, when it otherwise might have stalled out. In fact, that’s exactly why many of the cases became X-Files in the first place. The standard approach wasn’t enough to solve them.”

“Come on, I don’t buy that. Just because local LEOs, or even some other agent in the Bureau, couldn’t get the job done, doesn’t mean the approach is wrong.”

“Doesn’t it, though?” She’s giving him the full, earnest, Dana Scully Serious Face and goddamnit if his heart doesn’t skip a beat. “How many times did we get a break in a case just because one of us was looking in a direction the other one didn’t think of? Even if the final result was something completely ordinary.”

She’s not wrong. But…

“Yeah, and how many times did we waste days or even weeks barking up the wrong tree?”

“I guess my point, Agent Doggett, is that you get better results when you…  bark up as many different trees as possible.”

“Even when I’m damned sure my tree is the right one?”

“Yes. Even then.”

He sighs. “You can’t ask me to ignore the fact that Monica is being led around by her nose on this case. Being manipulated by someone who is definitely out of his mind and very possibly also a murderer.”

“Don’t ignore it, no. And keep watching her back. But don’t stop her from pursuing her own line of inquiry, either, even if whatever she’s pursuing doesn’t make sense to you right now.”

“I don’t like it,” he says with a scowl, shaking his head. “But all right. I’ll try to give her some room to do her thing. But if I think she’s putting us in danger listening to this guy, I’m pulling the plug.”

[lexi-the-twilight-dragon]

Sup peeps! Been kinda absent for a while, so I'm just gonna go ahead and post a little drabble I wrote on my lunch break the other day

PLEASE LEAVE A MESSAGE

Of course. The first time since joining Freelancer he's had the time, the nerve, or even the means to call his family, and he gets the goddamn answering machine.

FANDOM: Red vs Blue. Some spoilers for S15 but not S16 bc I haven't watched it yet. RATING: Fluff. WORDS: 971 CHARACTERS: Washington, Tucker, Caboose (mention only), Simmons (mention only), Junior (mention only), OCs

~

The phone receiver is still sitting in his hand. It has been for the last thirty minutes, but he still hasn't dialled.

After the Grif siblings had been reunited after half a decade apart, and Earth was confirmed to still be intact, the other Reds and Blues had gotten the idea of calling their own families. Some calls were heartwarming ("MICHAEL!!" The phone wasn't on speaker, but the woman's voice could be heard loud and clear by all in the room. "Hello Rebecca," said soldier replied, completely undaunted by her volume, "And helloes to Mary, Ruth, Magdalene, Esther, Rachel..."), some were a little awkward ("Dad, your grandson is a goddamn ambassador of peace, AND a kickass basketballer! What's not to love about that?") and some, well... (the cyborg didn't look up from his book, but his jaw hardened. "They don't want to talk to me, and I don't want to talk to them. But thank you for the offer.")

But now the phone sits in his hand, and somehow dialling seems more terrifying than anything he'd faced in the last few years.

Just do it. Get a spine and do it.

He's not sure about the spine part, but he does it anyway.

The dial-tone is nearly torture, as well as listening to his own breath on the line, alone like the breath in his helmet after everyone was gon-

"Hey, you've reached Kitty O'Leary. I'm a little busy right now-"

Of course. The first time since joining Freelancer he's had the time, the nerve, or even the means to call his family, and he gets the goddamn answering machine.

"But leave a message, and I'll get back to you when I can. Bye!"

The machine beeps, and he freezes. He's meant to say something here, but...

"H-Hey, Kitty. I-It's David here. You know, your brother. I know it's been a while since we last spoke... if you can call eight years 'a while'." He can't help but cough slightly, talking becoming a lot harder by the second, and not just from the throat injury.

"Just letting you know: yeah, I am alive, against all odds. Life has been... pretty hectic over the last few years." Well, that was a fucking understatement.

It takes him a second to realize: "Of course, you wouldn't know what I've been up to, since I haven't been called by my name in a while, even after Freelancer fell apart. Chorus? Reds and Blues? D'you get that news? Yeah, I was involved there. With the Reds and Blues. An odd selection of soldiers, but they're not so bad once you get to know them.

"So... this being the answering machine, I'm not going to get any immediate answers, but...how're things? You, Mom, Sharon, Daisy? I mean," he has to pause for a second before he continues, "I haven't seen any of you since high school, so... I dunno, am I an uncle yet? Or some other big family event I've completely missed?"

He pauses again. God this hurts. "Listen, Kitty... I'm sorry. I am so sorry I haven't been there, or called you, or written, or anything for so, so long. It has been a long, long fifteen years and I can't even begin to pretend I'm the same David O'Leary that enlisted at 18." Is he gonna cry? He feels like he's gonna cry. "But I'm here, I'm alive and, fuck, I miss you."

Yup, he's gonna cry. Fuck.

"Anyway, I think that's all I can say for the time being. Say hi to Mom and the others for me, 'kay? Bye Kit, love you."

He hits the button, but his cheeks are already wet.

~

"So how'd it go?"

Tucker, surprisingly, is in the kitchen waiting for him. He'd thought everyone had left for bed already.

He smiles lightly, and hopes it hides the tear marks. "Got the answering machine. Just my luck, huh?

Tucker gives him a sympathetic wince. "Ouch. Who'd you call?"

"My sister. First one I could find a number for."

"She single?"

"Tucker, no."

"At least tell me if she's hot."

"You are not flirting with my sister."

"Oh, c'mon! Why are all the sisters off limits?"

"First of all, she's way out of your league."

"Hey, my league's the sword wielders, if you get me. Bow chicka-"

"Tucker, stop."

~

It takes a mammoth amount of strength and all her sense of tidiness to not drop her bag the second she walks in the door, and at least make it as far as the kitchen counter. God it had been a long day.

Coffee is on in seconds, heels are off in only a few more, and almost as a side thought, the answering machine is deployed.

"YOU HAVE, 3, NEW MESSAGES. FIRST MESSAGE:

"Hi Kitty, it's Miranda. Just letting you know the boss has order a new report to be done by next Thursday. I know. I'll do my best to get my share done ASAP, you just focus on your weekend, hon. See you Monday. Bye." "

She groans loudly. Good god, more paperwork? Her head hurts just thinking about it. Is the coffee ready yet?

"SECOND MESSAGE:

"Hey Kitty Kat! It's Sharon! Just wanting to confirm you're still up for bridal shopping tomorrow. I mean, I am super excited and would love for you to come, but like, I won't drag you out of bed if you really need a sleep in. You know my number, just gimme a ring, yeah? 'Kay, bye." "

She doesn't really have the energy to snort, but as if she'd miss shopping with her bride-to-be sister. She's maid of honor, after all.

Coffee's done, so she gets up from the couch to pour it.

"THIRD MESSAGE:

".........H-Hey, Kitty. I-It's David here. You know, your brother." "

Coffee crashes to the floor.

~

A/N: IM SORRY I CANNOT WRITE INNUENDO BUT BOW CHICKA BOW WOW HAD TO BE IN THERE SOMEWHERE.

Of course 'Kitty' is a cat-guy Wash reference. Obviously.

HEADCANONS:

Wash is confirmed to have "several" sisters, which my brain translates to "three". I contemplated there being twins simply to reference that one line in S4 ("So I hear you got sisters. Bow chicka - who are twins! - bow wow!") but I couldn't make it work for me.

Kitty is the straight-laced eldest, followed by bubbly Sharon, David is only a little younger than Sharon, and Daisy is the wild child youngest. Kitty has a stressful office job she hates, and Sharon is about to get married (and Wash is totally gonna show up and surprise her).

As for O'Leary... a roundabout reference to Shannon McCormick. I don't know if he has any Irish in him, but I myself have McCormicks in my family tree, who were VERY Irish, so I went with the next Irish-y sounding name I thought of.

Because I'm self-indulgent like that.

OH! Almost forgot, Caboose has two biblical names (Michael Jesus) so so do all his sisters.

[dailyaudiobible]

02/17/2019 DAB Transcript

Leviticus 4:1-5:19, Mark 2:13-3:6, Psalms 36:1-12, Proverbs 10:1-2

Today is the 17th day of February. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian. It’s great to be here with you today. This will be the last time I'm doing this from the United States for a minute. We’ll leave later and begin our journey across the ocean into the Mediterranean where we will land in Tel Aviv and start preparing for our pilgrimage to the land of the Bible. So, I'm thanking you in advance for your prayers up front as we leave today, but it's a brand-new week, it's shiny and sparkly, we’re stepping into it together. We’re kind of freshly in books both in the Old Testament and the New Testament, we just got ourselves going in Leviticus and have also just got ourselves going in the gospel of Mark. And this week we will read from the Christian Standard Bible. Today, Leviticus chapter 4, chapters 4 and 5.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word, we thank You for what You are speaking to us through Your word, we thank You that Your word is a constant in our lives, it’s part of the rhythm of every day and it shapes us in profound and profoundly important ways. And we thank You and we invite Your Holy Spirit to plant the word of God that we’ve read today in our lives as we move into this new week. And Father, we acknowledge that this is a busy week around the Daily Audio Bible community because, well, because we’ll be traveling and because we will be bringing the land of the Bible to as many as we can reach as we travel around it. And, so, Father, I pray over this pilgrimage, whether it be a personal pilgrimage that some of our brothers and sisters are going on personally or whether this be a virtual pilgrimage where we just simply stay connected to the story of the Scripture and the story of the geography of the land. Come Holy Spirit. The whole point of all of this effort and all of this travel is to make Your word come alive. This is what You’ve called us to as a community, to make Your word come alive. And, so, help us Holy Spirit as we make this journey, this pilgrimage. We love You, we trust You, we pray these things in Your mighty name. Amen.

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And as we were just praying about, today's a travel day and it’s a big travel day and it won’t end for a while, but we will end up on the other side of the world in Tel Aviv in the land of the Bible and prepare to take our pilgrimage through that land. And we do everything that we can think of to make it as a communal and interactive as possible. So, we’ll be posting a lot of pictures. I'll be talking about it every day on the Daily Audio Bible because the Daily Audio Bible doesn't stop. And, so, we’ll be doing this as we are traveling. So, thank you for your prayers over that, for technology, for stamina, that's always a tough one because they’re long days and we’re working all day long and when the day ends its kind of not over for me yet or for China, there’s still Daily Audio Bible production to do. So, thank you for your prayers over that. But we’ll be sharing what we’re seeing, what we’re experiencing on both DAB Chronological and the Daily Audio Bible. So, you can listen here and get a travelogue and then maybe go over there and get her perspective as well at Daily Audio Bible Chronological as we’re taking this journey. Like I said, we’ll be posting photographs, videos, other associated posts, I don't know. We post continually as we’re there. And, so, following Daily Audio Bible on Facebook or Instagram or Twitter will let you kind of be able to follow along as we post things as they happen. And, so, this is it. I’m sittin’ here in the comfort of my own home and just realizing I gotta stand up from here and I won’t be back for a couple of weeks. So, that's always a little bit of a moment. And Jill and Ezekiel will be staying back this time. So, I have to say goodbye and I hate that. But this is what we do. This is wat we’re called to do. So, I’m excited for it and thanking you for your prayers.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

Hi DABbers, this is Kara from Denver, mile high city and I was just listening to the community encouragement and my heart was so…just started to feel so full that I…I kind of couldn’t help but call. Shannon from Texas, your call really prompted me today. That attitude of…I’m gonna agree with you. What do we believe? We are the children of the most-high God. And you said…you know…I want to call and pray for my son, my son Nishua, Nish is his nickname. He has a long trippy name. And Yesuah is his middle name and I’m gonna…I want to pray for him. He’s out in the world somewhere and still and, you know, he doesn’t use a phone and I don’t know if he’s homeless or not. I don’t really…not too sure what he’s up to but I get so worried about him and I see him, and all these being destroyed and all this stuff and it’s just…it’s ridiculous. My son is a child of the most-high God and he is perfect in every…he is perfect in the kingdom today and every day. Shannon from Texas that’s what you said, and I agree with you. I want to also lift up Sharon the Victorious. I think it was Sharon. And I know she’s still going through it and I want to lift her up and Prodigal, yeah, I called right after I heard your call. And I want to also pray for my daughter, she’s in a…she’s in a closed adoption, she’s 10. I haven’t seen her since she was born. I want to pray for my son Nicholas who’s in an open adoption. I do…

Hello, my brothers and sisters, this is Randy from rocket city, grace and peace unto you. I heard the prayer of the grandmother of Xander and I just wanted to let you know that I have prayed for you and I will pray for you and I wanted to share something that God has put on my heart with regards to worry. My wife, Wendy, which I also ask everyone to pray for is…she goes through a lot of pain and a lot of health issues and I pretend to worry about it a lot through my day while I’m at work and it occurred to me that my worrying isn’t doing her any good. So, now I use that time when I am tempted to worry to convert it to prayer. So, now it’s my signal pray for Wendy. So, when she comes up in my mind throughout the day I pray for her and that’s what I commend to you my brothers and sisters, that worry doesn’t do anything but it does something as far as reminding you that only God is our help. And, so, again, I pray for you my sister and I pray for Xander in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Good morning family this is Lynn from Florida and I’m calling to speak to Jane from New York. Jane, first of all, I apologize. It took me too long to call you, but you have been in my thoughts and my prayers and on my heart since I heard your request. You moved to New York, you’re sitting at your table and I picture you in your discouragement with your son and feeling like you’re not hearing from God, but I want to say something to you that I feel like was put on my heart to tell you, to remind you, and this is for everybody out there. I want to remind us all that we are children of the King. We are priceless possessions to Him and we have to remember that. In this world where we get defeated every day, we forget that we have a kingdom that were going to. And God wants us individually so much that we need to take hold of that and if we were children of an earthly king we would not be in despair, we would remember that, we would be walking in our royal robe. So, we have something better, we have our spiritual King. And Jane, I know what you mean when you say that you haven’t had a Holy Spirit experience. I can say the same thing; however, when I feel that despair and when I feel sad and lonely and neglected I do remember that I am God’s girl, I am His beloved and that gives me the courage to move forward and to step out into His grace. And just be reminded Jane that He loves you so much. Well, I love you all. I hope that helps. And thank you for all your prayers and as you know we all pray for you. I pray for you. Have a great day. Bye.

Hello, my Daily Audio Bible family, this is Michele with one L from Central Florida. I’m calling because Pelham you’ve been on my heart a lot lately and I actually meant to call Saturday, which I believe was 9th February, today is the 13th of February. And Pelham, I want you to do this, okay? Stop what you’re doing unless you’re driving. Put your right hand straight out in front of you, your arm straight. Put it on your left shoulder. Now take your left hand, put it out straight so that your arm is straight. Put it on your right shoulder and squeeze. That’s a hug from me and it’s the closest I can get but I just wanted you to know that when you talked about having about having a Jesus with arms, that’s my hug to you. And I wanted to let you know brother I’m praying for you. And Tim from Michigan and Prodigal, I am reaching out to you by faith and praying that God’s going to meet all your needs. I heard recently that isolation and loneliness causes premature death even more than obesity. So, I just am praying that you’re going to get into a circle of believers that can actually give you in person hugs. And just know that I and many of your family members are praying for you, lifting you up and speaking encouragement to you. Pelham, you know, whatever situation we’re in, we’re to be content, right? Amen brother. And I know that Jehovah Jira is gonna meet your needs. Sometimes it’s not what we want and it’s not the needs we think we have but praying that God will bring you abundance, protection, and provision as His covenant promises. You have a blessed day brother. I’ll talk you all soon. Bye.