I Will Walk By Faith Even When I Cannot See

Emerson Drew, 23, Senior at SCCU. Nursing major, religious studies minor. Doing my best to find my way.

[gracexgratitude]

[thoughts-memories]

[emmerson-drew]

ivorywildes:

It is Ivory Wilde’s first-ever party as a Freshman student in Seacrest Cove University, and to say that she was overwhelmed and excited is an understatement. She was hyped, she was anxious, she was wondering what would happen next - Her mind was racing. Although they haven’t gotten in there just yet, the noise, people and the aesthetic of the event had gotten her intoxicated. Emotionally intoxicated,at the very least.

She could feel that the other was a bit worried just as she was - the party has just began, everyone’s happy and pumped up - and Ivory was just there by Emmerson’s side, thinking about safety and protection. Everything… is under control, she told herself, and shifted her gaze upon the man. “Thank you for accompanying me, M. Shall we?”

Emmerson put an uncertain hand forward, resting it on the end of the smaller girls shoulder. Whatever nervous energy seemed to be buzzing around her seemed to quieten a bit, but not completely. They thought they understood. Emmer tried not to say that they ever did completly understand what someone else felt, even if they were just speaking to themselves. They wished someone had thought the same for them once.

Taking a breath, they gave Ivory a smile. “Lets go” Strolling forward like they knew what they were doing, which was the way most of Emmers partys ran out, they ducked a couple of foam-soaked and crying freshmen to reach the kitchen. “college party 101: drinks first, friends later. c’mmon in here.”

[emmerson-drew]

alexanderxwright:

“Do you know how hard it is to get a good lay around here when you are sniffling?” Almost on cue Alexander let out a sniffle followed by a groan. The Brit’s breathing was heavy even like he couldn’t get enough oxygen in his lungs due to his stuffy nose.  “I feel like I have the fucking lurgy going on in my head.” 

“...well now” Emmer paused rooting around in their bag to lift an eyebrow. “...I can imagine.” 

They had been halfway done with their drink when the man now grueling over the bar had shuffled up to them and hadn’t been planning on another. Instead, they put down ten dollars with the packet of anti-histamines. “Gin and tonic” they murmured to the bartender and leaned nonchalantly on their arm. 

“Take one. While you're at it, breathe in the other direction if you can. I’ve got to get up tomorrow and I’m not looking forward to it.”

[emmerson-drew]

“...don't you think we’d better go in?” Emmerson backed up a step shyly and the corners of their mouth tipped into one of their lilting grins. “and, to answer your question, the suit was purely coincidental.” 

They thought to themselves it was a rare occasion when there was a party and they didn’t feel like their more... ‘elegant’ self. They’d even had that dress from Macy’s dry cleaned a week ago. But, on the morning of the party they’d woken up to a clear overcast and by the time they’d helped their brothers party-proof most of the expensive furniture... they’d found themselves feeling that the blue satin couldn’t fit. Even though it fit perfectly.

The suit was just what was there. It bit at them around the neck. Pulling at it nervously, Emmer laughed reaching back from prying hands. They hadn’t any more excuses to stay outside. “I said I’d ’company you didn’t I? Its fine. Really. You’ve got as much foam out of my hair as you’re gonna.”

[emmerson-drew]

“A’right now don’t fret...” Emmerson leaned forward and pressed against the wound slowly. “Put your hand there... I reckon you’ll live.” Rolling back onto their heels they sighed slowly and smiled blankly. Of course they’d had to help, because they could, but they couldn’t help worrying. Emmer wondered absently if it wasn’t divine intervention that had lead them to take this particular path to class or just a stroke of weird luck.

 “What in the world were you doing anyway?”

[prezbstew-blog]

He eyed the person that was struggling a few feet in front of him. “Do you need some help with that?” They had been struggling for some time and he felt bad to be strolling along while they were struggling. 

[emmerson-drew]

“I...” Emmerson looked up at the gangly boy standing over them and narrowed their eyes a little at a harsh glare of sunlight. They’d known when they set out that morning if they put all of their textbooks in one box they’d regret it later, but they’d forgotten about it fairly quickly. 

Forgotten about it, until now. Giving the box one last yank before stepping back to rub their red hands they nodded at the boy sheepishly. “Thank you thats most kind.”

[emmerson-drew]

[sraliz]

God made you for Himself So why do you try to change yourself To please other than Him?

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