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True Name: Uther Pendragon Class: Saber Gender: Male Alignment: Lawful Good (believes he is Lawful Neutral) Parameter: Strength: B Endurance: A Agility: C Mana: E Luck: C NP: B+

History: Uther was born as the youngest of three brothers, himself, the Black Dragon Vortigern and the Paranoid Prince Ambrousis. After their father Constantine was died, the eldest son Ambrousis took the throne at the young age of 14. Due to an innate paranoia, the treachery of royal politics and persistent rumors of his father having been poisoned, Ambrousis sought to weed out all potential traitors and dangers to himself In his madness, he killed civilians for speaking unfavorably and nobles for dealing with other nations.

Unable to tolerate his eldest brother’s actions, Uther, alongside the middle child Vortigern, staged a rebellion against Ambrousis, uniting several lords and knights across Britan to wage war against his enthroned and madden kin. Through numerous bloody battles, he forced Ambrousis to met his demise by his own hand, with no small amount of grief and sadness. Soon after, the lords of the land agreed to name him King, something that would come to frustrate his last living brother.

Throughout his reign, he came into conflict with his neighbors/arch enemies the Saxxons. The two kingdoms went to war with each other many, many times, almost always with Uther just barely managing to edge a victory. During these many wars, he was always noted to be seen wandering near lakeside, gazing wistfully out upon the water. One night, on the last of his many walks to the lakes of the land, returned with two twin newborns in hand, girls who he would name Morgan and Morgause and claim as his children. No one is quite certain who the mother of these two was...

Later in life, as the strain of his life came to haunt him, he began to seek an heir to which take his throne upon his increasingly likely death. However, due to lacking a wife and having only daughters who could not be accepted by his kingdom, he looked to his old and trusted friend Merlin. Together, they hatched a plan for Uther to impregnate the lovely Lady Igraine with the king impersonating her lover through Merlin’s magic. Alas, though the child was blessed with the blood of a dragon, it was also yet another daughter, named Arturia. Distraught and despondent, Uther gave up his quest for a successor and left the child in Merlin’s care.

This turn of events alongside the death of his legitimate child Morgause left Uther in the worst of health. His body deteriorated day after day, for years on end until one day, seven years after those events, he died due to a combination of sickness and poison by his lifelong enemies....*

Personality: Quite unlike his successor, Uther is open and friendly man who ruled through trust and familiarity, while not being the best at administration. He warms the hearts of both his retainers and his people with his honesty and openness. Alas, this warmth also lends itself to a certain...fiery temperament in battle.

A man tried to uphold honor and dignity during his life, helping define the code of honor that many among the succeeding generation would uphold as their standard. That said, he could not always uphold it as the conception of his youngest child will tell you.

Below his surface though, he holds a great many regrets. He laments his killing of his brother, his inability to stop the tyranny of his other sibling, his failure to properly raise the children under his care, his shame at the manipulation of Igraine born from a moment’s weakness and lust and his perceived abandonment of his youngest child. Because of this, he feels rather uncomfortable around most British servants, especially those from his era as it reminds him of his failures. Though, he still trusts and respects Merlin (even holding the distinction of being one of the few people able to catch the flower magus off guard).

He also regrets not having tried to defy the laws of inheritness during his time, as he sees this inaction having caused the many conflicts and pain of his successors.

Noble Phantasm:

Flame Sword of the Dragon King: Caliburn Classification: Anti-Personnel Rank: B+

Born from the legends that he himself wielded Caliburn before lodging it in it’s infamous stone as well as the misconception that he himself had dragon blood- Uther wields an altered version of Caliburn of similar quality to it’s true self. In battle, he can ignite the sword with dragonfire and enhance it’s power before releasing it in an inferno the swallows the opponent. The Noble Phantasm itself is not the sword but rather the technique and skill that Uther uses when swinging the ignited sword.

Relationships:

Merlin

Still views him as a trusted advisor and friend. Wishes he would not inform him of his daughters’ sex life. Holds the distinction of being one of the few people to catch Merlin off guard.

“Ah, Merlin. My old friend! You are truly a sight for these sore eyes... Would I like to hear about my child? ... I know you better than to answer yes.”

Arturia Pendragon

A father in name only, he believes. He feels nothing but shame and remorse upon seeing her, believing he does not deserve to be considered among her family. This despite Arturia’s admiration of his own rule.

“... Of course, she is here. The noble King of Knights who did what I could not... No Master, I do not wish to speak with her. I had that chance long ago...”

Arthur Pendragon

Is VERY confused why he has a look alike calling him ‘Father.’ While accepting of the man, Uther can’t help but feel bitter about how things seemed to have worked out for his other self.

“Master? Why is that lad giving me such a strange look? ... Arthur Pendragon? My son from another world? ... *sigh* Of course I find an heir I could truly pass on to NOW of all times...”

Lancelot

Is quite confused (then amused) that his daughter’s greatest knight is a Frenchman. Uther shares a kinship with him as a fellow knight ashamed of his past. Helps that Lancelot is the first Servant he meets upon arriving at Chaldea.

“Ah sir Lancelot! I was wondering if you and I could partake in a friendly spar sometime soon! Yes yes, I shall try to keep from getting too excited like last time.”

The Orkney Siblings (Gawain, Agravain, Gareth, Garehis)

Uther feels deeply conflicted with the siblings, knowing that they are the children of his one surviving child and yet his own failings as father caused them harm indirectly. He is, however, forced to put these feelings aside as the knights all deeply admire and adore him, having been raised on stories of his heroics. Especially the eldest Gawain.

(Gawain) “Oh, you are...yes, Gawain. Morgan’s eldest son. I shall take my leave. ... Wait, You want me to stay? You want to know about my battles? Haha, I-I don’t know what to say.”

(Gareth) “Oh, young Gareth. What a surprise, what brings you to me? ... A jousting battle? Young lady, do I appear to be of the Lancer Class in any manner? ... Now it’s a sparring match?!”

Vortigern

The mere sight of his elder brother deeply enrages Uther. The pain of his brother Ambrousis’ death dredged up at the sight of the sibling he believes he should have slain, there is no chance that Uther will ever cooperate with Vortigern.

“VORTIGERN! Damn you to hell, you inhuman tyrant!”

Morgan Le Fay Pendragon

To say the sight of his eldest daughter brings Uther pain would be nothing if not an understatement. Pressured by the constant wars and responsibilities as king, along with no partner to help him in raising a family, he could never truly invest himself into Morgan’s life as he wished to. Because of this, the death of her sister and even his own, Morgan walked a path of sacrifice and failure, transforming her into the brutal witch she is known as. All because, in Uther’s eyes, he could not comfort her.

“Morgan, oh Morgan. You have suffered so much, despite never wishing for the throne yourself. Seeking it out for Morgause and myself... Forgive your fool of a father, for he could not save you from this.”

Mordred

He did not recognize her as his kin at first but greatly enjoyed her company. Upon learning of her full heritage, Uther resolved himself to make up for his failures with her parents and help guide her to a better life.

“Ah, Mordred. Come, come. We have much to talk about. Yes yes, I know you feel as though my talks are long winded and boring. But I ask of you: will you allow this old man to indulge talking to his grandchild? Ha ha, no need to blush, I should be thanking you after all.”

*Sorry to any Arthurian myth fans but holy fuck, not only is Fate’s iteration of the Round Table Myth really hard to faithfully adapt the original myth- The myth ITSELF gets really patchy when not directly concerning Arthur.

Like, the actual villain of early Uther’s life was VORTIGERN, who was NOT his brother. That doesn’t line up with Fate so I had to make the good guy Ambrousis a bad guy. And THEN it turns out that Uther fucked and married Igraine BEFORE Arthur which again doesn’t match up to Fate. So had to change the mother of Morgan and Morgause to someone else just for this to make sense.

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cupidsbower · 7 years

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We called her the woman who did not care

Supernatural 12x19, “The Future,” and 12x20, “Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes.”

These two titles have particularly strong word associations for me, and we’re at that point of the season where the foreshadowing could resolve in two very different ways -- onto a mostly tragic path as has happened so often in the past, or into a more optimistic future with just a bit of bittersweet for flavouring.

Before I start, I make note here that watching the deaths of three women of colour (one of them twice) and the damning of one queer man of colour, plus the attempted suicide of yet another woman, and the sadistic torturing of another woman-shaped being within two episodes... let’s just say I’m not happy about it. I feel it deserves more words, but I’m tired. So tired.

Anyway.

“The Future” should, by all rights, be an optimistic title, but in the grand tradition of Supernatural, it can also be read as darkly ironic given what the episode is about.

The first association for me is with “The End” because we have returned to many of the themes and plot points of that season, including a reference to team free will, and the possible rise of Lucifer and destruction of the world. “The End” was also an episode about Castiel when he had lost all hope, and had turned to sex and drugs for solace.

The parallels are not exact, of course, but add in Kelly’s suicide attempt -- a despairing attempt to stop the future -- and the cultish fervour both Kelly and Castiel show about the nephilim baby (almost like they’re drugged), and there’s definitely more than a hint that the future ahead might be more of a dead end than a way forward.

On the other hand, as Whitney Houston put it, “I believe the children are our future,” so there’s that.

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Greatest Love Of All, by Whitney Houston

I believe the children are our are future Teach them well and let them lead the way Show them all the beauty they possess inside Give them a sense of pride to make it easier

Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be Everybody searching for a hero People need someone to look up to I never found anyone who fulfill my needs

A lonely place to be So I learned to depend on me

I decided long ago, never to walk in anyone's shadows If I fail, if I succeed At least I'll live as I believe No matter what they take from me They can't take away my dignity Because the greatest love of all Is happening to me I found the greatest love of all Inside of me The greatest love of all Is easy to achieve Learning to love yourself It is the greatest love of all

I believe the children are our future Teach them well and let them lead the way Show them all the beauty they possess inside Give them a sense of pride to make it easier Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be

And if by chance, that special place That you've been dreaming of Leads you to a lonely place Find your strength in love

Season 12 is a season very much about the legacy that parents pass on to their children, nature vs nurture, and developing emotional maturity rather than toxic codependency. It’s about the greatest love of all, which Dean and to a lesser extent Sam have been making strides towards, but which Castiel has not yet learned at all. And it’s about the children of the past becoming the adults of the now, in time to raise the next generation.

See what I mean about the foreshadowing having a dual nature? It could literally follow either of these paths at this point -- the dead end, or the greatest love of all.

Right now, I’m leaning towards a more happy than not resolution to the season, because usually they’d be having more wins if the climax was leading to tragedy, in order to give it a bigger punch when it hits.

I also think (hope) that we are going to get several major inversions, because if the foreshadowing is firm on anything, it’s that.

I’m more convinced than ever that the nephilim is actually a girl. Such a point has been made of “son” that I think there’s a very good chance it’s a bait and switch, and the nephilim will not be what anyone expects. It would also shatter so much of the legacy of toxic masculinity that this season has been questioning. Everyone is so wrapped up sons, but this season is part of the arc of Amara and Mary, bringing more women into the Supernatural world.

I’m also very curious about the heterosexual coding of Kelly and Castiel in this episode. From the outside they invoke some very traditional expectations about pregnancy -- with the tummy touching, the focus on the baby and impending (defacto) parenthood, clasped hands, male-coded protectiveness, and the fanatical belief that everything will be okay. So much of this is out of the het romance script, but it’s all surface, and underneath it’s wrong, wrong, wrong. So, is it the baby that’s wrong? Or is it the heterosexual coding that’s wrong?

Again, we’re in the season of questioning and inverting the past, and last time around this particular block was season 6: Dean’s failure as a (heterosexual) partner and dad to Lisa and Ben; soulless Sam who wasn’t acting right; and queer-coding for Castiel signalling he was about to go darkside (he was in Dean’s ass).

*squints at the foreshadowing*

How exactly do you plan to invert that, show? Because once more I’m seeing three male-shaped beings and a little nephilim as a very real possibility for next season, right alongside the greatest love of all.

Let’s talk about the greatest love of all for a minute. Whitney Houston is singing about self-respect, not romantic love -- the self-respect both Kelly and Castiel were lacking in this episode. Where does that kind of love come from? The show has been focused on re-framing familial love this season, rather than either toxic codependency or romantic love. So can acceptance by family help with self-love? Can the nephilim be part of healthy familial love? Can Castiel?

Given that theme, I do think we might get another declaration of love before the season ends. But it might not be the one we expect.

“Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes,” is a title that niggled at me for days, until I finally figured out what it reminded me of -- The Vampire by Rudyard Kipling.

The Vampire, by Rudyard Kipling

This poem was written in response to the painting you see there, by Philip Burne-Jones (not Edward as it says in the image, but Edward’s lesser-known son), which shows a woman as the vampire -- very much in the gothic tradition that was the focus of season 10 (the Steins, the Werther Project, Don Quixote etc).

It’s this line -- “a rag and a bone and a hank of hair” -- that the title of this episode reminds me of, not only because it’s in the poem, but because it was the title of a Fiske novel with very similar themes to both Kipling’s poem and "Twigs & Twine & Tasha Banes.”

A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care), But the fool he called her his lady fair (Even as you and I!) Oh the years we waste and the tears we waste And the work of our head and hand, Belong to the woman who did not know (And now we know that she never could know) And did not understand. A fool there was and his goods he spent (Even as you and I!) Honor and faith and a sure intent But a fool must follow his natural bent (And it wasn't the least what the lady meant), (Even as you and I!) Oh the toil we lost and the spoil we lost And the excellent things we planned, Belong to the woman who didn't know why (And now we know she never knew why) And did not understand. The fool we stripped to his foolish hide (Even as you and I!) Which she might have seen when she threw him aside -- (But it isn't on record the lady tried) So some of him lived but the most of him died -- (Even as you and I!) And it isn't the shame and it isn't the blame That stings like a white hot brand. It's coming to know that she never knew why (Seeing at last she could never know why) And never could understand.

Tell me that first verse isn’t a pithy encapsulation of Max’s arc this episode.

There’s two ways to read this poem. The first is the sexist reading that the Femme Fatale sucks a decent man dry of his worldly goods and then callously dumps him. The second reading, and the one I personally think Kipling was going for, is basically saying this attitude of male entitlement is predictable and stupid and has nothing much to do with the woman. The commentary in the brackets, in particular, makes me think this. It’s a major burn for the artist who did that painting in other words, but done with enough nuance that a gormless young man would probably not realise it.

Why am I spending so much time on this tangentially related poem?

Because I think we see four different iterations of the theme of the focus of male attention which is actually a figment -- a rag and a bone and a hank of hair, or twigs and twine as the case may be.

The first is obviously Max. He chooses to create a golem of his sister rather than live into the future alone, and damns himself in the process. There’s already been a lot of meta about how Max is a parallel for the brothers (Sam’s magic, Dean’s queerness, or love of bartenders and cars if you prefer) and their toxic codependency, so I won’t retread that. But let’s consider Alicia for a moment. There are parallels here too (Soulless Sam, Demon Dean). Is she a person? Does the vessel matter? What makes a person a person? And should she get a say in her life or death? After all, she’s the one that has to live as a golem. Does Max have any right to do that to her? (Cliff Notes: No, no he doesn’t.)

(As an aside: how much of Max’s choice was nature and how much nurture? Dean thought Tasha Barnes was a good mother, and yet Max made the same kind of codependent choice as the Winchesters in the end. Or was this simply bad judgement in the face of grief, which wouldn’t have happened if he'd had a friend with him?)

The second is Mary and Ketch. We see another “false women” in the shifter wearing Mary’s face, which then tellingly shifts to Ketch’s face, and then finally is replaced by Mary herself. Ketch feels he has a proprietary claim to Mary’s body, that supersedes her own rights and choices. This is the BMOL’s philosophy all over -- they couldn’t be less Team Free Will if they tried. Their agenda is to kill everything they don’t like, and the ends justify the means, even if the means produce no ends.

The third was given to us last episode: Kelly. She’s a broodmare, a disposable womb that Lucifer covets as a means to an end. Rosemary, complete with baby, and we all know how that ended. Rosemary’s Baby is, after all, a parable of women’s enslavement to motherhood under patriarchy, in which she has no say in her impending motherhood.

And finally, we have Castiel. An angel in a human vessel, object of Dean’s intense concern, and receiver of valuable mixtape gifts.

Yes, one of these things is not like the others. But consider this. Dean and Sam’s solution to the threat that the nephilim potentially poses was to strip it of half its identity. It’s not allowed to be human and angel, it has to be one or the other to be “safe” and allowed to live.

Soooooo, conversion therapy or death? They are the options? That is supposedly the better way?

(As an aside, my comments here are not taking a stance on the ethics of real-world abortion. I’m pro-choice. I would have liked if the text explored the question of abortion from Kelly’s perspective in more depth, but it hasn’t, and the nephilim is clearly now showing agency, so the ethics have changed.)

Something I have long been interested in is the conversation in fandom about how Castiel should get to “choose Humanity” rather than having the choice made for him. There is something appealing about this notion, but I have always wondered, why must he choose? Can he not be both? Is that an invalid choice? Does he have to be human to belong in the Winchester family? Can’t he be loved for who is already is?

In other words... are people not allowed to be bi in the Supernatural ‘verse?

Because, you know, that question is relevant to my interests.

With that concern on the table, I come back to the idea of the “rag and a bone and a hank of hair.” Does Dean project his feelings onto Castiel the way Max/Ketch/Lucifer have been projecting them onto women? Does he expect things of Castiel he’s never actually asked for? Does he really understand what Castiel wants from Dean, or does Dean only think of the relationship in terms of what he wants himself?

I think that’s a pretty interesting set of questions, don’t you? I’d like to think the answer is no. I’m not so sure, though. Dean’s performance of masculinity/family has kind of gummed up the emotional works pretty well over the years. How far are we from the point at which he’s ready to let it go, and shift his relationships to a better way as well? He’s come a long, long way this season, but is he ready to know and be known?

I do think this may be the direction in which the climax is heading -- the characters allowing themselves to be known.

I hope so.

Previously:

The Ministry of Information vs Wayward Sons Carrying On (12x01)

My, my, how can I resist you? (12x02) and follow-up about Bohemian Raphsody

So what am I so afraid of? (I think I love you) (12x03)

I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy Down in my heart (Where?) (12x04) and a follow-up about the codependency and about Dean’s self-flagellation and issues with space

There can be only one! (12x05), and a follow-up conversation with elizabethrobertajones on Freud vs Schwartz.

They shall fall by the sword: they shall be a portion for foxes (12x06)

Presenting the Immaculate Heart Reunion Tour (12x07)

I’m still living the life where you get home and open the fridge and there’s half a pot of yogurt and a half a can of flat Coca-Cola. ~Alan Rickman (12x08, 12x09)

When the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men (12x10)

in re (12x11)

Making the most of teachable moments (12x12) and an added thought, In-and-out-laws

Don’t fuck with the branches on my family tree (12x13)

To Protect and to Serve (12x14) and some more thoughts

Hiding in the shadow of love (12x15) and some further thoughts in response to @elizabethrobertajones‘ meta.

You’re living in the past, it’s a new generation (12x16)

I’m still the same old me, that’s all I’ll ever be (12x17 and 12x18)

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julyyy-2nd-1996 · 7 years

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Go tell it on the mountains… That Jesus Christ DID rest.

One of my favorite places I have found in Lawton (besides all of the coffee shops) is Mount Scott. The mountain is on a wildlife refuge, and has views that are absolutely breathtaking and quite relaxing. There is something about going on top of a mountain, all by myself, after a busy week that suddenly and quietly removes all of the small burdens, accentuations, or anxieties I might have. I’d like to call myself a self-proclaimed nature & small-local-unique shops lover, but what that really means is that it doesn’t take a lot to knock my socks off. However, Mount Scott has a view like I’ve never seen before with a stillness that can calm any exasperation.

After three weeks of finding the right tempo of the town, I have finally found the greatest rehabilitation for my soul. In this day and age, the word rest is like Voldemort to the wizard world, he who shall not be named (S/O to my Harry Potter fans). A word that many of us dream of but never take the time to invest in. Whether that’s sleeping a mediocre amount of hours, taking time for the things that give us a sense of repair, spending time with God, or even just sitting in silence. Our bodies were made to rest but we often find ourselves filling our schedules until we overbook ourselves completely.

After taking heavy credit hours, working 30+ hours every week, leading studies for my college ministry and FCC in Cedar Falls this past semester I was overjoyed that summer break had arrived! Not because I don’t love all that I do back home, but I felt in need for a different outlook and overview. I was ready to work just one job, spend time with God, read some “for fun” books I’ve been saving ALL year, travel and see unique places, and to meet new people! As the first couple weeks of the summer had come and gone, I was beginning to feel just as drained as I was throughout the school year. I hadn’t been sleeping well and I was drinking pots of coffee, and something just felt off. I knew it that I wanted to be here, so it wasn’t a sense of regret or homesickness, I was just simply drained. And it was a phone call with Calvin that I realized how much I needed rest.

I was telling Calvin about a couple Sunday morning’s ago, I met a man named Michael. Michael is a kind man who loves steak, loves old western movies, and served as a medic in Afghanistan. When I came up to his table I asked him if I could join him for breakfast. Before the poor soul knew it I was making myself comfortable in one of the seats. After the first couple moments of awkward silence, I asked Michael about his life. Simple things like “What’s your name” “How long have you lived in Oklahoma” “How has your weekend been going”. I remember his face being confused. At first he was confused as to why I was asking him questions about his life, wanting to talk about his interests and hobbies. That night I went home thinking about why he looked so dazed and muddled. The next Wednesday I was delighted to see he had come back. After getting settled at his table I asked him how he was doing and he replied “so, so”. I said, oh come on, why only so, so? Then he said to me, “Because I’m homeless.” I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. How do you respond with a word of encouragement or positivity after you’ve been blatantly served a load of horrible truth? So I asked him the only questions I knew. “Have you been looking for work?” “Where do you go to sleep?” “What happened that got you into this predicament?” “Are you living in a safe area?” “How can we help?” After our long moment of what at first seemed like uncomfortable conversation, turned into a friendship and sadness that broke my heart. We never came up with a tremendous solution, he just simply ended the conversation by saying, “Thank you for asking” and heading home.

On that phone call with Calvin, I told him stories of the people I have met. The people that are working with nonprofits, the people in the congregation that are sweet as can be, the guys who come around every week just looking to volunteer. I told him all about the men and women I meet on Sunday mornings and Wednesday evenings and how badly I wish it was one of the easiest things in the world to provide for another person. How badly I wish I could walk into these ministries and have all the answers.

But the sad truth is, that’s not how it works.

And in those moments where we feel as though failure has overcome all of the ministries we’re a part of, scripture tells us we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us (Romans 5:3-5). Working in ministry, whatever that look like: whether it’s working in the church, or teaching in a high school, working in a bridal boutique, or in a factory. Ministry is wherever you are, wherever you go. As my sweet friend Sydney always says, “The orbit in between your two feet are your mission field”. And we have to realize that there are going to be days when we feel spent, and that’s okay. Throughout our lives we will constantly undergo new experiences that will stretch us, mold us, and form us into a new people. God says He is forming us in his time through scripture time and time again but He also talks quite a bit about how we must be able and willing to know when we need to take time to restore our souls. Alongside new adventures and vocations it is crucial to keep spiritually healthy in order to serve in new ministries, in order to serve God’s children, in order to take on new adventures God has in store for us.

I’ve been looking a lot at the lives of those in this community and felt so overwhelmed with the people in need, but also so humbled by the encouragement and strong faith of my brothers and sisters. I have found that it’s not selfish to take time for yourself, it’s encouraged. God says in Matthew 11: 28 & 29 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” Every Friday I spend my day in the mountains. I take a FULL day to hike up to the top and just sit there. Overlooking God’s breathtaking creation and I’m able to meet him up there, lose myself in awe, and be so filled with joy, peace, stillness, energy, and I am restored.

Whatever that looks like for you, whether it’s being active out in nature, dancing to blaring music in your living room, having a binge night with your best friends. Mark the time in your calendar in permanent marker. Ask someone to keep you accountable. Whatever it takes, the bottom line is that there is no guilt in resting. Go tell it on the mountains (or wherever your happy place is) that Jesus Christ DID rest, and we should too.

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Go tell it on the mountains Go tell it on the mountains... That Jesus Christ DID rest. One of my favorite places I have found in Lawton (besides all of the coffee shops) is Mount Scott.

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