HEY Y'ALL. I'm sorry I haven't been posting lately, things have been kind of busy with school and Church, etc. However, I'm not complaining because God has blessed me with more than what I could've prayed for.
OKAY BRO EEEEEK I can't help it, this page is literally the biggest yet! So that's super exciting, but, also I apologize for jumping 3,000 words between 2 pages.... Whatever though you know you love this stuff 😘
Something that kind of sticks with Bella's character throughout the story (even though she hasn't mentioned it yet) is 2 Corinthians 12:9-12, which says, "But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for My is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong." (The NIV 🙌🏻)
I just find that it fits with her character, you know?
She's so grateful and able to find beauty even in the worst of situations, so there's that.
Anyways, read on and enjoy! 🥳
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Glenn spun around, feeling eerily surrounded despite seeing nothing but open fields and abandoned cars.
"Keep an eye on them, don't let them leave your sight, this could be an ambush. You never know." A random person said back through the walkie-talkie to the skinny man behind the car.
"Copy that," He responded, the walkie disconnecting with a crackling static.
He tried shaking it quietly to see if it'd turn back on whenever the screen came back to life, a red glow signaling it's low battery as a single chirp left its speaker.
That one noise was enough to reach their ears, sending an unnerving chill down their spines. It was one of those sounds that you weren't sure if you actually heard, or if you were just paranoid.
"Did you hear that?" Glenn questioned, his voice hushed with predetermined warning.
"Hear what?" Rosita deadpanned.
"I.. I heard something,"
"You heard.. something? Something like what?" Rosita asked, the slight mock of her tone not missing Glenn's ears.
"Like, like I don't know. A.. beep?" Glenn replied, almost regretting how childish it sounded.
"A beep? Really?" Abraham mused dryly.
"I don't know! All I know, is I heard something and I'm not taking that risk, okay? We're going a different route."
He started walking back down the road before pausing, realizing that the road ahead was blocked just the same as moments ago.
"What other route, Glenn? We don't have another way out-" Maggie started.
"Then make one."
As all of this tension rose out in the scorching Georgia heat, Rick, Carl, Judith, Aaron and I were all comforted by the blessing of shade inside the barn.
The heat still found its way in, crawling through the splits in the old, sun-cooked wood.
Never in my life would've I imagined wood, could get a sunburn.. but this wood was wearing away each second which only made me want to tell Rick to finally just accept when something good happens to us, and I would've, if the looks on everyone's faces didn't tell me that not one of us could take another vague argument.
I just slouched there, my back to the wall and baby Judith fast asleep, sprawled out on my chest. My side was going numb underneath her weight, and my back was almost as stiff as these wooden boards.
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Faith In The Wild •BOOK I•
Fanfiction⚠ discontinued until further notice ⚠ Fighting to keep her faith in what seems to be burning coals of a world she once knew, Isabella Thompson searches for her childhood bestfriend and pleads with God to ignite the flames of what they used to have...
