One of the most beautiful things about being a Christian is the fact that I can take my sorrows, my worries, my pain, my joys, my desires, my hope--all of it!--directly to God. And he cares about it. Even when it's small and personal, and even when it's so big I can't deal with it myself. I can take all of it to him, and I know he will take care of it.
May 18, 1536 - Anne's Last Confession and "A Little Neck"
"This morning, she [Anne] sent for me that I might be with her at such time as she received the good Lord [i.e. the Eucharist], to the intent I should hear her speak as touching her innocence β¦ In the writing of this, she sent for me. And at my coming, she said, 'Master Kingston, I hear say I shall not die before noon, and I am very sorry therefore, for I thought then to be dead and past my pain.' I told her it should be no pain, it was so subtle. And then she said, 'I heard say the executioner was very good, and I have a little neck', and put her hand about it, laughing heartily. I have seen many men and also women executed, and β¦ they have been in great sorrow. And to my knowledge, this lady hath much joy and pleasure in death." - William Kingston, Constable of the Tower, to Thomas Cromwell, May 18, 1536
"She confessed and took the Sacrament yesterday. No one ever showed more courage or greater readiness to meet death than she did, having ... begged and solicited those under whose keeping she was to hasten the execution. When orders came from the King to have it delayed until today, she seemed sorry and begged and entreated the governor of the Tower ... for God's sake, to go to the King, and beg of him that, since she was well disposed and prepared for death, she should be dispatched immediately. The lady in whose keeping she has been sends me word, in great secrecy, that before and after her receiving the Holy Sacrament, she affirmed, on peril of her soul's damnation, that she had not misconducted herself so far as her husband the King was concerned." - Eustace Chapuys, May 19, 1536
lads it is mostly my fault (was sick, didn't tell healthcare until it was Dire, was sentenced to bed rest for the rest of my time at camp) that I literally can't say goodbye to these 100+ people I've come to love properly before I leave. I'm not permitted to participate in any singing, dancing, communal joy, any event that's remotely fun (that's nearly word for word what they said) here at camp. and I'm leaving EARLY, am still miserably sick, and have a four hour commute back home on top of that, because there's no one available to drive. literally cried my eyes out over everything just now and am This Close to crying my eyes out againnnnn
π±The βchurchβ of nature stands before us, a temple not built by human hands, but by the divine forces that sculpt the mountains and paint the skies. In her cathedral of green, we find a sanctuary that calls to our souls and stirs our spirits. She is a teacher, showing us the way of balance and harmony. She is a healer, offering balm to our wounded hearts and troubled minds. Let us kneel at her altar, offering our gratitude for the gifts she bestows upon us each day. In her embrace, we find the beauty and wonder that fills our lives with meaning and purpose.π±
happy storyteller saturday! what are your favourite pieces of worldbuilding for the prophet story? also, how's my man cain doing? :3c
Hi! Happy STS yeah! Sunday starts with an S too.
Hmmm!!! I quite like. How thereβs. No certain answers for parts of the world, actually?
So like. The gods have been [killed? Imprisoned?] in stone, and nobody is sure why for centuries. Then we find out the Blight did it to them, and insists theyβre dead. But at the same time, it puts significant effort into tracking the statues down and smashing them. Why do that for things that are already dead you silly little infection!!!
And obviously, we have a prophet born and a hero made within the story, so the gods canβt truly be dead right now, their divinity is still being assigned!!!!
So I guess. The soft world building! There are answers. But not for everything.
(Mostly because the focus of the story is on the brothers, and neither of them hugely care for these answers).
O God, my mother, my father, lord of the hills, lord of the valleys, lord of the forest, be patient with me. I am about to do what has always been done.
Now I make you an offering, that you may be warned: I am about to molest your heart. Perhaps you will have the strength to endure it.
I am going to work you in order that I may live.
Let no animal pursue me, no snake, no scorpion, no wasp annoy me, no falling timber hit me, no ax, no machete catch me.