A fire crackles merrily in the stove. A steaming mug of tea is nearby, a book settles comfortably in my hands, and silence wraps its gentle arms around the house. 

 Waves crash against the rocks, shooting sea spray everywhere, flying in the wind and turning lips salty. The sound of the ocean roaring is like a fight. A struggle of nature against itself. 

“Urgh!”
Erin threw down her book. “I can’t do this!”
The books on top of her head wobbled. Everett bent down and picked up the book she had tossed away, then straightened once again.
                “You just need to have some patience, and perseverance. Take a breath, and relax for a minute.”
                A week ago, Erin had learned that there was to be a large dinner with the representatives from each of the six Elvin nations, so...

Somethings in the world make us angry,
Somethings make us sad,
Somethings make us sappy,
and somethings make us glad. 

But for my life, I'm not quite sure,
what is real and what is pure. 
Something better must be there,
something whole to rid the despair.

I see you live, with each day full, as if without a care,
I live in envy of your joy, and wish that you would share.

You say, 'it's Jesus' love' that fills your...