Under the Green Desk Lamp…
I can still feel the warmth—curled up in the nook of her leg on that old flower-upholstered couch. So too can I recall the sound of his voice as he read page after page—taking me out into that road and off toward all the adventure and wonder to follow.
I heard of elves and men, dragons and orcs. Tales of courage and valor in the face of great odds, and of the importance of doing what is right, no matter how insignificant you may feel in the grand scheme of things.
We are all important, and we can all serve our role in making the world a better place.
…this is your Sword.
They would work together in the telling, and I would sit silent in rapture—broken only on occasion to ask some question or demand some clarification.
I learned about fellowships and faith, family and friends—about hope in the face of doubt, and love in spite of loss. I remember sitting wide-eyed as mercy and kindness prevailed over cruelty and despair.
I remember deciding that they truly could.
…this is your Shield.
‘The times they are dark, darkness covers the earth
But this world’s filled with the beauty of God’s work
Hold tight to your promise, stay righteous, stay strong
For the days of miracles will come along…’
…I still remember.
-Brad OH Inc.