✞ John 1:5 ✞
✞ The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. ✞
A former sleazy nightclub singer with a gloomy past and afterwards a devotional sister of the church, Sister Jude Martin, running with an iron fist the most nef...
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🌙Isaiah 32:18🌙
🌙My people will live in peaceful dwelling places, in secure homes, in undisturbed places of rest. 🌙
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Several minutes elapsed as the car's engine was incessantly whirring and whirring as Jude was lightly rocking her sweet ray of sunshine. He was peacefully nestled into her arms as if a Guardian Angel, sent from God protected him from every vice and vile sin of the world.
The cab suddenly halted in front of the Victorian-style iron gates of a privately owned property on the outskirts of Vermont.
"You should wait in a jiffy to unlock the gates." The former holy man promised by opening his cab's door, slamming the door as he was approaching the Victorian-style iron gates by taking off his slacks' a rusty miniature key with which he unlocked the padlock by unwrapping the old, rusty chain which braced the dark polished gates, to not let robbers and other leery strangers invade the property as the owner isn't roaming around.
In the meanwhile, Jude nodded modestly her head, confirming his words by unwrapping lightly the coat which blanketed her baby son's small body as the suddenness of his eyelids' aperture mildly startled her.
"Ah, here ya are, baby boy! Did you sleep well?" Judy posed the question by pinching lightly Edward's button nose as he giggled jubilantly into her arms as his reply was readily evident.
Even though Edward was just two days old newborn, which was the crucial reason why he couldn't speak and utter any word except giggling, squealing and cooing, his mother could easily comprehend every notion of his body language, manners and high-pitched cries, even soft coos, which tickled his oral caverns by expressing whether his famine, having nightmares in his slumbers, disliking or liking something.
"That means good. Well, ya are going to sleep in your bassinet once we're home, but we're eventually at home." Meantime, Timothy got in the car after unlocking the padlock and opening it widely by spreading each wing by allowing wider framed bodies especially vehicles pass through the gates as he turned his cab its engine buzzed and buzzed, causing a tad ounce building gradually in Judy's frail eyelids, menacing her to fall asleep within a handful of minutes as if the demon of the sleep haunted her, shadowing her cells which kept her awake.
