"For by Him all things were created: things in heaven and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or powers or rulers or authorities; all things were created by Him and for Him. He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together."
-Colossians 1:15-17
Her home was gone, her land, her people scattered. But here, in the midst of disaster, was one perfect moment. A sanctuary with friends, a place to reunite, to regroup.
"We will rebuild someday," she murmured, as she stared through the crystal glass to the open stars. "The fires will be contained, the land will cool, and we will start over."
What a relief, that though, as they had run days before, abandoning the land that had turned on them. Now, safe in this have, there was nothing to do but rest, enjoy the time and place, and wait. To start planning, to heal the injuries, to finish what was started years ago.
Determined to make the most of this, she settled back to watch a falling star. She would spread the word tomorrow, she decided. Make sure everyone knew that their long journey could be over, and that everything would be okay. There was movement behind her, but she was too content to turn. Instead, she waited for the visitor to join her. Her friend stared at the image before him, then moved to join her, smiling. It had been years since he had seen her, and he was surprised at the emotion he felt. Sanctuary-it was hard to believe that this place he had so lovingly named would truly become a haven for friends in their great time of need.
Preoccupied, musing, lost in their own thoughts, they sat, people from different worlds, sharing the life that the land had provided. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and they sat, quietly, watching the twinkle of the stars and the glowing of the Stargate overhead.
Accustomed to the low-flying ships of the rescuers trying to contain the fire in the distance, they thought nothing of the lone ship that pulled close to the building. Most everyone in the area felt the same-the low-flying ships were nothing new. They were simply a part of the landscape, now. But the noise of several ships all at once had the people looking up in surprise, wondering if someplace had sent help, arriving in pompous, but still welcome, style. Up in the library, the two watched in surprise as a fleet warped in behind the long pilot, still in formation.
"I thought all the help had arrived," she stated, trying to make out the markings on the new ships. "Where are they from, anyways?"
The pilot in front grinned and waved at them, taking off towards the fires. "Well, he must be the escort," he commented. As the ship passed over the glass, it dropped a package on the roof, white, with bright green tape wrapped around each edge and corner. She froze. There was something...something about that package...
-Colossians 1:15-17
Her home was gone, her land, her people scattered. But here, in the midst of disaster, was one perfect moment. A sanctuary with friends, a place to reunite, to regroup.
"We will rebuild someday," she murmured, as she stared through the crystal glass to the open stars. "The fires will be contained, the land will cool, and we will start over."
What a relief, that though, as they had run days before, abandoning the land that had turned on them. Now, safe in this have, there was nothing to do but rest, enjoy the time and place, and wait. To start planning, to heal the injuries, to finish what was started years ago.
Determined to make the most of this, she settled back to watch a falling star. She would spread the word tomorrow, she decided. Make sure everyone knew that their long journey could be over, and that everything would be okay. There was movement behind her, but she was too content to turn. Instead, she waited for the visitor to join her. Her friend stared at the image before him, then moved to join her, smiling. It had been years since he had seen her, and he was surprised at the emotion he felt. Sanctuary-it was hard to believe that this place he had so lovingly named would truly become a haven for friends in their great time of need.
Preoccupied, musing, lost in their own thoughts, they sat, people from different worlds, sharing the life that the land had provided. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and they sat, quietly, watching the twinkle of the stars and the glowing of the Stargate overhead.
Accustomed to the low-flying ships of the rescuers trying to contain the fire in the distance, they thought nothing of the lone ship that pulled close to the building. Most everyone in the area felt the same-the low-flying ships were nothing new. They were simply a part of the landscape, now. But the noise of several ships all at once had the people looking up in surprise, wondering if someplace had sent help, arriving in pompous, but still welcome, style. Up in the library, the two watched in surprise as a fleet warped in behind the long pilot, still in formation.
"I thought all the help had arrived," she stated, trying to make out the markings on the new ships. "Where are they from, anyways?"
The pilot in front grinned and waved at them, taking off towards the fires. "Well, he must be the escort," he commented. As the ship passed over the glass, it dropped a package on the roof, white, with bright green tape wrapped around each edge and corner. She froze. There was something...something about that package...
