There is no song more beautiful than the one the creator is composing with every single note of your life, one he’s been weaving together even before your first breath.

We must stop fighting among ourselves over man-made traditions and power struggles and submit ourselves to Yahweh’s commands alone.

I looked forward to spending the day thanking Adonai for removing me from a people whose gods demanded everything and gave nothing back, and placing me among those whose God lavished blessings on his own and ashes only that they love him with all their heart, mind, soul, and strength.

Just as I had yesterday, I felt the strangest urge to run toward it and lay myself on the ground at its base, but at the same time, something deep inside told me to flee in terror from whatever awful power it represented.

For if Dagon was now powerless and sightless, perhaps the God of the Hebrews had not been bested after all.

These hands were made to defend those who cannot decent themselves. And tonight, that means protecting your sister by fleeing Ashdod.

Follow the Ark, Arisa. Do not turn to the right of to the left, and do not stop until it dwells among the cedars and you are sheltered in perfect peace.