It was blacker than black. Its darkness covered every light.

“Why did he leave why did he forsake you?”

he left because he could not understand…he knew what was to come.”

“What was to come for us?”

“No—for them.”


He was tending the garden, She was gathering him some more water. They both have been working the fruit garden all noon long and yet not a sweat dropped down from their brows. He then took a moment and paused his farming. He raised his head and saw her approaching him. He gazed at her and thought of the life that was to be shared—so many more joyful walks and conversations with her in this—this beautiful place. She then dropped the container of water at his feet and noticed his gawking. She then let out a chuckle. He awoke from his day dream and joined in the small laughter. They then continued tending to their garden.


“I still do not understand his choice.”

“His choice, was for himself and himself only.”

“So, pride arose in him?”

“Many terrible things entered his mind in that one moment”

“Such as?”

“Such as: pride, selfishness, greed and lust, confusion, and from ignorance…hatred.”

“Because of that mirror of his.

“It was not the mirror who turned his heart against me but his own.”


It was born. It was blacker than black. Its darkness covered every light.

It became instantly apart of nature. Their nature.

It quickly entered every part, from the head to the heart. It grew like a powerful cancer. Its thorns would cut every finger. It was hungry and its stomach would never be full—its appetite was never ending. It will have its feast.


“What have they done?”

“They have denied Me…”

“Then…why are they still walking? You casted justice on him; why not on them?”

“Have I not?”

“Well, yes, you have punished them, but certainly if you could not stand for it when it came to his choice; certainly, you cannot stand for it with them and their choice.”

“And…what is that?”

“That is death. It will be fruit of all their pain. It will be passed down from generation to generation till the end—it will be their greatest heirloom.”


She was with child. She was resting inside from the scorching sun.

He was farming. His sweat drenched through his clothes. He was exhausted but knew He had to continue in order for enough food to be provided for incoming mouth to feed. The sun was above his head and was pouring its heat upon His back. He had been tending to His garden since sunrise. There were little plants spreading all around His crops and slowly but surely killing them. The more he saw of these infestations, the more irritated. His hand and fingers were blistered, his eyes were stinging from the sweat. He sat and rested for short moment. And, in that short moment, He tried to recollect all that had happened, how they ended up here—all that went wrong.


“After all this do you still feel the same?”

“I will love them, I will always love them.”

“It seems they will not share the same sentiment.”

“No, they will not.”

“Then why? Why keep them?”

“Because I love them.”

“…Where is the justice? You are Just!”

“I am just as Merciful--and full of Grace.”

“You, You cast him away but keep them? How can they mean so much to You?”

He asked Me the same question, ‘Why do they mean so much to You?’…”

“After all we have seen, it is a valid question.”

“And, because I love them, is a valid answer.”


He gained just enough strength to engage back into his task—His chore--when all of sudden She called for Him in panic. She was inside, now standing and frantic. He ran to her and saw a puddle below Her and water dripping down her legs. She looked at him in a nervous excitement. He laid Her down and they met eyes with one another and smiled.

For the next many hours, there was screaming from inside. She had never felt such a pain. It was if a dagger was puncturing her. She actually had the thought She may not live passed this experience. He was trying to encourage Her, to be there for Her. Nothing He could do would ease this pain—She must endure. She was sweating more than he was when He was working on the land—for She was working bringing Her child. His eyes opened wide—the feet emerged, then quickly the calves and then the thighs. The baby then became stuck in this place for a while. She lacked any more strength to push. He was afraid to pull the tiny legs out from the Mother, thinking He may injure the baby or Her. After some time, He looked Her in the eyes and gave a nod. She knew she must muster strength that She did have to finish this. He took and held Her hand—The Woman screamed intensely as She pushed with Her final effort. The cries of a baby rang in His ears as delight. He smiled wide as he held His child. She had her head tilted pack on the ground in exhaustion. He brought the baby to her and she raised her face to meet the baby’s eyes. He then placed the child in Her arms. She then said softly, “Hello my dear son, Cain”


“Did you answer the same to him as you did to me?

“Yes, I did.”

“I understand then.”

“You are bitter.”

“I am.”

“Do not follow his ways.”

“Perhaps He was right.”

“No, he could not be more wrong.”

“Did he not prove You wrong? Did they not break your law? Did they not turn away from you, rebel against you? They did! Will they not only continue now? As you said, this evil will linger in them! They will destroy, murder, rape! They will—”

“And I will die for them.”

“……….he was right. Lucifer was right.”

“Do you truly believe so?”

“I heard your answers and now I know so.”

“Then…you must leave.”

“Do not bother yourself with banishing me, I will leave willingly.”

And as the Angel turned His back to The Lord and walked away,“...Know that I will always love you as well.”

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It's Time To Thank Your First Roommate

Not the horror story kind of roommate, but the one that was truly awesome.

Nostalgic feelings have recently caused me to reflect back on my freshman year of college. No other year of my life has been filled with more ups and downs, and highs and lows, than freshman year. Throughout all of the madness, one factor remained constant: my roommate. It is time to thank her for everything. These are only a few of the many reasons to do so, and this goes for roommates everywhere.

You have been through all the college "firsts" together.

If you think about it, your roommate was there through all of your first college experiences. The first day of orientation, wishing you luck on the first days of classes, the first night out, etc. That is something that can never be changed. You will always look back and think, "I remember my first day of college with ____."

You were even each other's first real college friend.

You were even each other's first real college friend.

Months before move-in day, you were already planning out what freshman year would be like. Whether you previously knew each other, met on Facebook, or arranged to meet in person before making any decisions, you made your first real college friend during that process.

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The transition from high school to college is not easy, but somehow you made it out on the other side.

It is no secret that transitioning from high school to college is difficult. No matter how excited you were to get away from home, reality hit at some point. Although some people are better at adjusting than others, at the times when you were not, your roommate was there to listen. You helped each other out, and made it through together.

Late night talks were never more real.

Remember the first week when we stayed up talking until 2:00 a.m. every night? Late night talks will never be more real than they were freshman year. There was so much to plan for, figure out, and hope for. Your roommate talked, listened, laughed, and cried right there with you until one of you stopped responding because sleep took over.

You saw each other at your absolute lowest.

It was difficult being away from home. It hurt watching relationships end and losing touch with your hometown friends. It was stressful trying to get in the swing of college level classes. Despite all of the above, your roommate saw, listened, and strengthened you.

...but you also saw each other during your highest highs.

After seeing each other during the lows, seeing each other during the highs was such a great feeling. Getting involved on campus, making new friends, and succeeding in classes are only a few of the many ways you have watched each other grow.

There was so much time to bond before the stresses of college would later take over.

Freshman year was not "easy," but looking back on it, it was more manageable than you thought at the time. College only gets busier the more the years go on, which means less free time. Freshman year you went to lunch, dinner, the gym, class, events, and everything else possible together. You had the chance to be each other's go-to before it got tough.

No matter what, you always bounced back to being inseparable.

Phases of not talking or seeing each other because of business and stress would come and go. Even though you physically grew apart, you did not grow apart as friends. When one of you was in a funk, as soon as it was over, you bounced right back. You and your freshman roommate were inseparable.

The "remember that one time, freshman year..." stories never end.

Looking back on freshman year together is one of my favorite times. There are so many stories you have made, which at the time seemed so small, that bring the biggest laughs today. You will always have those stories to share together.

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The unspoken rule that no matter how far apart you grow, you are always there for each other.

It is sad to look back and realize everything that has changed since your freshman year days. You started college with a clean slate, and all you really had was each other. Even though you went separate ways, there is an unspoken rule that you are still always there for each other.

Your old dorm room is now filled with two freshmen trying to make it through their first year. They will never know all the memories that you made in that room, and how it used to be your home. You can only hope that they will have the relationship you had together to reflect on in the years to come.

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If God Didn’t Intend For Women To Be Equals, Why Did She Make Us So Incredible?

Yeah, I said She.


An article that absolutely infuriates me has gone viral. As a feminist, as a writer, and simply as a woman, it drives me up a wall to see another woman proclaiming that God's plan for women was to "submit to their husbands."

I don't know where to start with all the issues I found in reading the piece, so I'll start with what a feminist is. It's a subjective term and its connotation varies from person to person.

But to me, feminism is being empowered and expressive individuals with open minds and open hearts. They are activists for change and equality. They have concerns about the environment and global warming. They acknowledge issues within sexism and racism and then try to figure out how to solve them. They see that the world isn't perfect.

Feminists are the reason we can vote. They're the reason birth control is an option for us. They're why we're allowed to wear pants. They're why we have careers. The female pioneers paved the way for anything we're allowed to do, and they are why we celebrate the power of women every March.

But instead, the woman who wrote "I'm A Christian And I'm Not A Feminist, Because God Did Not Intend For Women To Be Equals," used our month of pride for clout. And took justification from The Bible to do it.

The Bible is not an instruction manual. It was written over many, many years by hordes of sexist men whose existence we have minimal proof of. And over the last thousand years, it's been translated and reinterpreted more times than anyone could ever keep track of. That's not to say it doesn't have some good lessons, but lessons are all they are.

Thinking your worth and capabilities were planned for you thousands of years in advance is ignorant. Religion and The Bible and God are as subjective as feminism. Everything is open-ended. One person's view of who or what God is not going to be the same as the last.

Commonly, God is seen as a man at the center of the universe who holds all existence in his hands. He is the reason why anyone does anything. He is the rule maker. And He is judging us and waiting for our every mistake.

But as a proud feminist, I've chosen to have my own idea of this holy being. I wasn't brought up in church, but I decided to believe in something much greater than myself or anything I've ever seen just because I wanted to. I want to believe that faith has to come from somewhere, and I didn't want a book making the rules for me.

Just by watching life move through time, I happen to believe God is the good in all of us. Not one being, but he beginning and the end of everything. The push and the pull. The conscious and subconscious. And considering that God is the creator, I've concluded God must be a woman because women are the creators.

And in my experience, women have proved themselves to be much stronger and more capable than any man.

As for what She creates, I think She makes no mistakes. I think She tests our patience and beliefs by giving us what we don't expect. There's intent and love in everything She gives us. I think every woman was made to be relentless, imperfect, fearless, and even a little rebellious.

And if we're saying Adam and Eve were the start of it all, then God proved that right off the bat. God saved the best for last, and then made her a badass. Yes, the first woman came into this world as a rule breaker. She questioned authority. And since the beginning of time, authority has been a snake. The world is our forbidden fruit to bite.

The sole purpose of a woman isn't to submit to anyone. A woman can do whatever she damn well pleases, just as any man. A woman's worth isn't tied to what kind of wife or mother she is and how closely she follows the rules. I was raised by the most incredible mom and wife. She did happen to stay at home with me and be the traditional woman. But while she was home, she taught me how great it is to be a woman. She made sure I knew I could be whoever I wanted and would pay no consequences for that.

My parents didn't raise me in a church. And I never saw that as a flaw or lack of judgment. My southern home was like a church; full of faith and love. But on Sundays, we would sleep in and have a big breakfast at noon because we had too much fun staying up late Saturday night dancing around our living room to music. Whitney Houston, Dolly Parton, Shania Twain, and Madonna led the choir — singing about independence and the power of being empowered as women.

As a feminist, I will not judge those who haven't accepted all the honors of being female. I can just tell everyone how wonderful it is to stand for something. I can set an example so that more women will go forward.

And despite what anyone thinks of feminism, there's nothing exclusive about it. Feminists don't think they're any better than men, they just want the chance to prove their capabilities. It's so much bigger than thinking men suck. The truth is, we should have men at our side, not in front of or behind us. And not for romantic partnerships, but as allies. The best men are feminists too. We can make this walk alone, but there's power in numbers and in diversity.

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