Old Notes and New Reflections

Found this old note I made to myself on December 12, 2007:

I learn daily that I must have faith in the Lord. In the mornings I must have faith to trust that everything He does that day is for the better. During work I must have faith that the barrage he puts into my life and the difficulties and problems he faces me with are to strengthen me. When praying I have faith that He will answer my prayers. I also have faith that when he says no, or doesn’t answer my prayers in the way I want, that what He did answer them with is for His better and perfect will. Sometimes the Lord closes doors that I want to go through, I have faith that the reason He shut the door to those things that He did it for a good reason, whether to keep me from danger or sin or it just isn’t part of His will. On the flip-side when the Lord opens doors I don’t always want to go through, I need to have faith that the end result is for the better. Nobody knows what God’s will is, but whatever it is we must follow it, for in the end we will be rewarded for following it. Sometimes it might seem like nothing good could come of some situation, or something is just so bad that God could never use the situation for your advantage. But God’s will is not always what’s better now, the Lord plans ahead, he looks down on us and knows everything that has happened, will happen, and is happening. By faith we must trust that the outcome, however bad or good, is being used for someone’s better. We need to have faith that God’s will is best, and we must pray, meditate on the Word, and spend time with God. But we must do more than just that, we need to prepare for whatever He may have for us. God’s plan is always in motion and there is always something God wants us to do.

Sometimes my own thoughts from so long ago, speak to me right now. I am not sure what God has planned, and I never will be. God likes surprises, and His are usually the best in my experience.

These past few weeks have brought me down very low; humbling, crushing… And yet, even with this constant feeling of desperation, there is a glimmer of hope. Even at night, there are stars that shed a little light. I cling to those sparkling points of hope; hoping, against all odds, for the impossible.

Prayer, meditation on God’s word, living today for Christ, and not worrying about tomorrow; that’s what I need to do now. I don’t know where I’m headed, but there’s always hope. I’m patiently waiting; for how long, I know not… But how long doesn’t really matter. Some things are worth waiting your whole life for… And, perhaps “waiting” may not be the right term; “look forward to”, or “anticipate” might better reflect the idea. It is an active patience; an action today that anticipates tomorrow, preparation.

Seek Christ, live out that life. Live every moment, in that moment. Look around and live the day for those around you; every moment was meant to be shared with someone else. Focus on others, and live for Christ; and you’ll find the north star, to guide you tonight.

Sailing the Unknown

Sailing the Unknown

Captain Milo Lupholt Log:
June 29th, 2013

The crew boarded me vessel, the Nautilus II, no more than an hour after dinner. They were a bunch o’ the silliest looking greenhorns I ever laid eyes up! Was hard put to it, tryin’ to keep a straight face as I went over the rules of me ship. Only have myself and five other real crew-members worth mentioning, the others’ll be shark-bait before the mornin’s half done.

We shoved off after the preliminary talking to. It was looking to be a foggy, dangerous night. Could hardly see but a few feet with all the fog that’d set in that mornin’. A few clicks out, we were out o’ the fog and into a bright, sunlit evening. Took us a right long time to reach our destination, the dangerous waters near the ancient volcano, Mount Augustine. Had a young greenhorn sitting right in front of me captain’s window, had to tell ‘im to move. He sat up at the bow of the boat for close to an hour, mostly alone, enjoying the ocean it seemed. The sun was out, the waves reflecting it like a million brilliant stars in the sea; I hadn’t long to wonder why he was out there.

Upon arriving, we set about getting the crew ready to load up the ship with halibut. I had hoped to have a few more experienced bodies on board in case things went south, but ya play with what yer dealt. The crew began, and it wasn’t until around midnight we had the number I’d set. They were awful clumsy, like they’d ne’er held a rod before! I bet my landlubber of a granny could set and reel better than half those scallywags! I must admit, it was quite entertainin’ at times, watchin’ em fall and flop all over the deck…

Hit our limit and the crew went into the hold. Some slept, others only tried to sleep. Felt sorry for some of the poor old un’s, but there’s not much a capt’n can do on the sea. Without the Lord on board to stop the sea a churnin’, they’d have to weather the waves like any old sea dog.

Woke early the next morning, got the crew up as well. It was dark, with a shallow ceiling and 4 or so foot waves. It rocked us mighty fierce, made it difficult to find a decent place. We set off at a brisk pace for a good spot to drop the lines. Took me a couple tries, but finally happened on a venerable trove of the fish. It was the strangest sight I ever did see though, when that green crew got five lines tangled together on the first drop! I was astounded! One of the lines even ‘ad a fish, which the poor fellow lost in the confusion.

The crew was reeling them in quick, only had trouble with one greenhorn after all the others had met their quoata. He’d lost at least 5 baits to the fish and come up empty-handed every time! Fellow had awful luck fishing, didn’t seem to bug ‘im much though. The crew decided to ‘elp ‘im out and they decided to all try and set a hook fer the lad. Well no sooner had the let their lines down, then they all three had fish biting! The boy had his choice of the largest of three fish in the end, that being the one on his own pole.

After that, we set off for home. It took us about 2 to 3 hours to make it back. The skies looked threatening, but we didn’t meet a squall the whole time. Made it back with the crew not very much the worse off. We unloaded everything on the dock, and the new crew left. I wonder if they’ll ever be back, silly to think I may run into them again. It’s a vast ocean, but a small world, mayhaps our courses will cross someday. Well, it’s been a long day, time for some shut-eye…

End of Captain Milo Lupholt’s Log

Official Journal Entry of Mortimer Looseleaf

I awoke to the sound of alarms and sirens in the distant. It took me a moment to come around after sleeping so deep; rest never comes easy in my line of work. I examined my surroundings; it was then I realized the alarms were much closer than I had imagined in my stupor! I leaped to my feet, my mind struggling to keep up as I raced to escape.

Minutes later I burst out of the encampment and sought shelter in the Complex from the shadows. Arrived at the Complex at about 07:45 hours; made it in with a little trouble from the guard who wanted to see my identification. Even though I work at the Complex in exchange for supplies, they are still careful to check everyone. You never know when someone might go all wacko and compromise the security of the Complex.

A long day of moving equipment from one building to the next; preparing for the next onslaught of the beasts. I work in two separate but complementary factions within the Complex. One of these factions has me researching different defensive and offensive tactics to replace our existing system, currently a patchwork of whatever we had available. During my research, I found my room had been bugged. I removed the spy and returned to my duties.

All went smoothly until about 0300 hours. At about that time we had a major malfunction with the defense system; all systems went offline for a few moments. They quickly came back up, but it was difficult to say how much of the system had been damaged by the malfunction. A few hours later I left the Complex, hoping it would be intact for my return the next day.

On my way to Division Beta HQ, I stopped by a friendly camp and did some distance training. We had a new recruit joining us for the exercise; she did well, just needed some encouragement. I got to Beta HQ and received a quick briefing on some projects. I completed most of the projects and was further briefed on some long-term goals of my encampment.

I finally returned to my encampment, the alarms were off and the place was quiet. The Detox crew had done their job well, ridding the place of the shadows for the night. They are sure to return tomorrow, but I’m always one step ahead of them. The rest of my encampment division showed up finally after I gave the place a thumbs up. Gonna hit the sack soon, hopefully before the light is drained from the sky and the shadows return. I hate those shadows… Tomorrow can’t come soon enough! This is Mort Looseleaf, signing off.

May 31 – Official Journal Entry of Tacity Martin

Today started much like all my other days. I woke up and knew the enemy was hot on my trail. The enemy must have drugged me the night before; marking me with a scent that any blind dog could follow. I entertained the thought of surrendering, letting the enemy take me; but I remembered my responsibility as the second mate of the crew. Motley as the crew is, I still love ‘em.

Raised myself and dashed across the cave entrance where I’d been, washed the scent off me-self. Prepared for the days expedition by suiting up, taking my effects in hand, and ate breakfast. Found a nest of eggs; had some other, not-so-fresh food as well. After breakfast, I made a list of areas to scavenge. I set off to find supplies, leaving the crew and first mate.

The first leg of my journey was no picnic, with boulders and beasts all over the place! Despite these hindrances, I arrived at the first scavenging area. Spent no more than eight hours there! Found a couple pearls, as well as some mangos, blueberries, and green dulse. While there, had a run-in with some pirates who spotted me a ways off and started firing! I returned fire and eventually managed to evade further conflict; made it out by the skin of me britches!

The second leg of my journey took me to a strange part of the island; not much for food, but lots of parts of old ships, tools, and equipment for building! Found some small tools for cracking open the clams, as the others would not last much longer. In addition to my small trove, I stumbled across a large piece of equipment for swabbing the deck. I was sure the first mate would appreciate it. Had very few run-ins, but was not alone! I caught sight of an old scallywag that used to be part of one o’ my crews. I left for the third leg of me journey.

The next two stashes I had to make were quick. The first area I ran in and searched for no more than 4 minutes. Saw a lass that once was in the same crew as I. Paid my respects and left the place. Arrived at the other area that was not that far off. It was at this location that I had to store a little bit of loot for later, making a deposit for future need.

I got word from a new friend about this time, via carrier pigeon. I made my way to a spot where we planned an impromptu meeting, though neither of us would see the other. She sat on one side of a wall, and I the other. I waited for her at first, almost dozing off in the heat of the day; but she showed at last. The conversation was cut short, much to our dismay, and I thus returned to camp.

Upon arriving, I checked for any sign of the enemy, but it appears the first mate and the crew had defended the camp well enough until the captain and reinforcements had arrived. They were outside working in the heat. I went out and did my leg of patrol duty; we’ve pushed the border to a 5 mile perimeter to date, looking up tomorrow. I got back, drenched in sweat, and so bathed under a cold waterfall.

We received an invite by a small, friendly crew to go to some sort of show with them. So we went. While on the way there, I had another faceless conversation with my new friend. Others in my company wondered who I was talking to, and so I told them and introduced them to the voice. We arrived and had a grand ol’ time with the crew. After the show we spent time going on about days long past, telling tales of adventure and singularity. As the day grew long I, and the part of my crew that went, returned to camp. T’will be a long night, as the watch grows long and the sun goes down; with light out of sight, the evil night and all its fright has begun.

End of Log