August 8 – “The Storm … One”

Happy, that is, until The Storm.    So powerful was the threat of the approaching tempest that the queen ordered all who were in any way connected to her realm to evacuate to safer grounds in the far away Field of Mann.  The eldest of the queen's three sons had but recently established a residence of his own upon the Greater Island.  His loving helpmate joined him with their two young sons, and they had indeed begun to carve out a quest to become advisors for the Master among the Healers in Training at the renowned Unique Training for Misery Betterment facility.  They agreed to follow the queen in the evacuation.  So, young ones, animals, and even my own dear mother agreed to leave her aging castle and join in the exodus, racing against the time when the massive onslaught of nature would occur.   Now, the second of the queen's sons was questing in the area of the Field of Mann, and had obtained lands and a castle of his own.  His chosen fair maiden stood proudly at his side, and together they had a son and a burgeoning flock of disciples upon whom they entrusted hard-earned knowledge of the Master and to whom they gave guidance in the trials of life.  They most graciously opened their castle and lands to the displaced crowds, for family, you see, is a very strong tie, indeed.   Only the youngest son of the queen remained behind.  This youngest , the baby of the clan.  Ah, but certainly valiant in his own right.  Known even as a young one for taking risks and finding ways to place himself in danger, he had found a personal quest to match his inner urge for adventure.  He had become a Protector, one who stands in the face of danger in the place of others who must flee.  No, he was not an Enforcer, though the Greater Island did indeed have an Enforcer Cluster.  Instead he had joined ranks with the Watchers, those who scan the realm for sign of calamity, be it fire or injury, and rush to the scene to render what aid they can.  The Watchers, and indeed all of the Protectors, had been enlisted to stay behind and seek to protect the realm as much as possible during the storm.  It was with a truly heavy heart that the good Queen left her son and her lands behind.  But all of us were certain that the days would only be few until we were once again at home in the joyful Land of the Sycamore on the Isle of Galveston.   But, alas, it was not to be …   OK.  This could get addictive.  It's kind of fun, but doesn't really fit as a blog entry I don't guess.  Oh, well, we'll see what tomorrow may bring.   Today I head for Bay City after church.  Chris' sister and the niece who lived with us for awhile are visiting from Virginia.  It will be good to see them again.  Chris' Mom has several more places on her swollen leg that are seeping fluid.  That can't be good, but she seems to be in fairly good spirits.   Tomorrow I head for San Antonio.  I'll be playing nanny for Josh and Christi.  I'm keeping the boys while they go to a meeting there.  It was going to be a quick getaway for Chris and I both, but she is not going to leave her Mom overnight.  At this point there just isn't anyone else who can handle the level of care that has become necessary.  But that's OK.  She's getting some valuable time that she would never have otherwise. And I told her yesterday that we would have other San Antonio's.  She's in the right place.   Psalms 95:3-5 says, "For the Lord is the great God, the great King above all gods.  4 In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him.  5 The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land."   Father, this verse just about covers it.  Depths, mountain peaks, sea, dry land.  Wow.  Amen.