Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear a cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.
My fingers closed around the vial with resolve. Mama believed I was strong. Sow the worthy seeds. I couldn’t let our patients suffer. I couldn’t let Mama down. I couldn’t give up.
[The man] was large and looked like a character straight out of an apocalyptic movie, complete with a long, dark coat, tight leather gloves, and sharp facial features. His face was fierce and his eyes were dark gray, almost black. If this was an alien… He wasn’t friendly.
We have the joy and the responsibility of stewarding our gifts, talents, time, energy, and enthusiasm for the good of others and the glory of God. This is your privilege and this is your purpose. So go and do. Do more better.