Curious Thoughts

The other day I watched a movie that was cool and really weird, and it perked the wild part of my imagination, and made me think more strange thoughts like… how do you know that what you see is really what is there? How do you know that the world you live in isn’t really a mirage? What if there are other worlds? My favorite one is, what if you did things, or something happened to you, but you don’t remember because someone erased your memory of it? I mean really, what if someone told you that last week you went on a secret mission to save the world? Can you prove that the statement is false? What if we have superpowers, but we just don’t know how to use them? How do you know you exist? And how do I know half my friends aren’t robot-spies? LOL Ridiculous and pointless questions, I know; but they are fun to think about. For me, anyway. ;)

A Child's Heart, page 13

That afternoon, the trio set out on a long two-day journey to the next town, where Justace knew a preacher who had been a doctor. After asking a few townsfolk for directions, they soon found the little brick parsonage where he and his wife lived. Justace rapped sharply on the door, and soon, a kind middle-aged woman appeared in the doorway and invited them in. “Peter, there are some children here to see you.” She called to her husband, who was reading in the small study. The tall, well-dressed man came in and introduced himself. “And who might you three charming youngsters be?” He asked cheerfully. “I’m Rylen, and this here is Wendol.” Rylen said as she repositioned the tired little boy on her shoulder. “And I’m Justace. We met a few years ago.” “Ah yes, Justace! I do remember you, son.” He exclaimed. He sat down in the large easy chair and motioned for them to have a seat. “Now tell me, are you kids here on business, or did you just come to visit your old pal?” Peter asked them. “Actually Sir, we’ve come to you hoping that you’ll be able to help our sick friend here.” Justace told him. “Oh! Oh I see. Well, let’s have a look at the little chap.” He said as Rylen handed Wendol to him. The preacher did a basic check up on Wendol as Rylen and Justace told him what had happened. “Hmm… it looks like this is a case of mental trauma.” He told them. “I can give him some medicine to treat the symptoms, but we’re going to have to leave the rest of the healing up to the Great Physician.” He gave them a few words of advice and a bottle of medicine, and they went on their way. Over the next few days, they prayed their hardest for Wendol, and soon he began to show signs of improvement. Justace began to go hunting early in the morning before Wendol woke up. “Today we should draw some pictures to brighten up the room a bit.” Rylen told Wendol one afternoon. She put a pile of advertisement fliers in front of him and dug a pencil stub out of her dress pocket. “All I have is a pencil, but maybe later Justace can find something colorful for you to draw with.” Wendol nonchalantly took the little pencil and began to draw on the back of the papers. “That’s very nice, Wendol. Who is it?” Rylen asked him. “It’s Justace.” He said. She smiled and asked, “Do you want me to write his name below?” Wendol nodded, and Rylen took the pencil and wrote his name. “J-u-s-t-i-c-e… there!” She said cheerfully. Later, when Justace came in he noticed the pictures hanging on the wall right away. He examined each one carefully and complimented Wendol for doing a good job. When he came to the drawing of himself, he grinned. “It looks just like me! But Ry, my name is actually spelled Just-ace. He told Rylen. “Oh…” Rylen said as she took down the paper and fixed the name. “But say, how do you know how your name is spelled if you were so young when you were abandoned?” She asked curiously as she hung the picture back on the wall. “Well; you see, in the front of my Bible it says, ‘To Justace from Dad & Mom with love’…” He got the little Bible out and showed them. “I’ve carried this around in my pocket for years. My parents must have given it to me when I was very young.”

Cherry Blossoms

A Child's Heart, page 12

“All right, Wend. Let’s go on back so we can get this feller cooked.” Justace said. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving!” And with that he began to tromp off. But soon he realized that Wendol wasn’t following him. “C’mon Wendol, it’s time to go home.” He called. Wendol didn’t reply. Justace walked back over to him. “Hey buddy, is everything okay?” He asked concernedly. But the youngster remained unresponsive, and continued staring off into the distance. “Wendol, talk to me.” He ordered. When Wendol still seemed to be very distant, Justace began to get worried. “Are you sick or something, little guy?” He asked as he picked Wendol up. “We’d better get you back to the barn.” So Justace carried him all the way back, silently praying the whole way that Wendol would be all right. As soon as Rylen saw Justace returning with the little boy in his arms instead of the rifle and some fresh game, she knew something was wrong. “Oh no, what happened?” She asked, running to them. “I don’t know, but we should get him inside.” He said. Justace carefully lay Wendol on his cot “Justace, he’s shaking…” Rylen said with surprise. “That can’t be good.” Justace said. “Do you think he’s cold? Get the blankets.” Rylen handed Justace the only two thin blankets they had, and he gently wrapped Wendol with them and tucked him in. “You should get some rest, okay pal? Let us know if you need anything.” He told Wendol. Wendol gave no response, but drifted off to sleep after awhile. While he slept, Rylen went out and fetched the rabbit and then cooked it up, and Justace did his best to tidy up the place. But it wasn’t long before Wendol began to moan and toss and turn in his sleep. Rylen gently shook him. “He must be having a bad dream.” She said. “Wendol, wake up.” Wendol sat up with a start and jumped out of bed. “No!” He screamed as tears ran down his face. “No, no, noooo!” Rylen was taken aback. “Wendol, I’m sorry, I just-” Wendol continued screaming and ran the other way. At that moment, Justace ran in from outside. “I heard screaming, what-” But Wendol darted out the door before he could finish. Rylen and Justace ran after him, and found him not far from the barn. When they reached him, they saw that his eyes were dilated, and he was still shaking violently. Beads of sweat dripped down his face, and he swayed unsteadily as he stood. Justace’s face was grim as he turned to Rylen. “This is more serious than I thought. We’re going to have to get help.”

Side Note On A Child's Heart

I didn't really want the date to be an important element in this story, and although there are a few things (such as the indication of a bus in page 4) I've pretty much written it so that the year doesn't matter a whole lot. Letting the reader use their imagination, you could say. But I may need to make a specific time line know somewhere down the line in this story, and some of you may have been wondering when it takes place. Soo, in that case, let me just say I think this story fits nicely in the late 1940’s. For now.

Bible Verses Of The Week

"For thus saith the Lord God; Behold, I, even I, will both search my sheep, and seek them out. As a shepherd seeketh out his sheep in the day that he is among his sheep that are scattered; so will I seek out my sheep, and will deliver them out of all places where they have been scattered in the cloudy and dark day." Ezekiel 34:11-12