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His True Home- CH.2

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Summary: Lotor didn't want to meet the princess. Why would he? Wasn't he enough for his parents? He wasn't. His parents robbed him, they took his childhood, his innocence, his claim to the throne. But he's thankful, the one thing his parents did right for him, was introduce him to his best friend, his new family, and his true home. Pre-Canon Lotura Friendship AU

Rating: T

WC: 3341/6765

The Galrani Prince and the Altean Princess, best friends since early childhood, best friends now, on the dawn of her 18th quinent. No being could deny the closeness between the young rulers; the prince spent every free moment of his time with the princess, plastered to her side.

This was the way things were, and to the blissfully unaware, one might have believed they were betrothed by their regal fathers. However, tensions were rising between the two kingdoms. Emperor Zarkon wanted the power of quintessence to himself to save his ill wife, Honerva. King Alfor believed this was wrong, and that the vortex should be sealed, preventing worse evil from escaping what lay beyond the rift. The two rulers, once best friends and trusted battle partners, were seen fighting each other more often than their common enemies. Their conflict remained tame for a time, before Honerva’s health took a turn for the worse. With Zarkon newly invigorated, Alfor spent the majority of his time on Daibazaal overseeing the quintessence research and monitoring Zarkon’s actions. Unfortunately for Allura, this meant Alfor would not be returning for her coronation ceremony.

Prince Lotor was keenly aware of his parent’s actions, for quite some time now he referred to the pair as his parents only when he needed to exploit his royal privilege within the Galrani Empire. Otherwise, he rarely mentioned his mother, and he addressed his father only as “Emperor.” When Lotor received the news that Alfor would not be returning for his daughter’s coronation, the lividity he felt was beyond comparable reason. It was the Galrani Emperor’s fault Alfor was away on his daughter’s special dobash. Out of spite, Lotor took extra leave from his conquering duties. Though elated to spend more time on Altea, he feared punishment for insubordination upon his return.

He had surprised Allura by returning five dobashi earlier than planned. He couldn’t tell her about their fathers’ fights but, he could tell her about all of the incredible worlds he saw, and the amazing journeys he went on while away. He protected her. That was his true purpose. She would never know the torment of war, or the struggles of their kingdoms, not if he could help it.

Lotor sighed, his breath a pale flame, igniting the frigid air. Allura leaned against his side, content at sapping the little remaining warmth from his body. They stayed like this, silent, their breaths mixing into a golden inferno, the sun peeking over the flickering ocean horizon. Neither would break the unspoken limbo to complain about the damp, dewy grass soaking their evening wear, nor the biting, bitter cold. On the dawn of each their birthdobashi, they’d greet the morning sun, then watch the peach-colored clouds billow across the quiet fields until breakfast, it became tradition.

This was a particularly important dobash for Allura, she’d be officially coronated into the royal court of Altea, formally recognized as a ruler by her people. Alfor had asked Lotor to participate in the royal guard for the event many cycles earlier, who was he to deny the honor? Lotor admired the princess, her eyes their usual kaleidoscope of deep sapphire and blooming amethyst hues. They also reflected the dawn this morning, and in them he saw the galaxies he traveled so fervently. She pivoted with a soft smile, catching his gaze. He shook his head, ruffling her unkempt curls, formidably hiding his embarrassment.

“Ready for your coronation?” he spoke softly, looking off to the distance.

She brought her knees to her chest, and rested her chin on them bashfully. “I suppose I’m as ready as I ever will be... I’ve been training for so long, it’s really just a formality. I’m far more nervous than I know I should be though.” She buried her face into the folds of her night dress. “I wish father were here to help me through it.”

He scowled. He wouldn’t tell her the real reason Alfor wouldn’t be there for the birthdobash celebration and coronation of his only child, it would crush her. Instead, he opted to wrap his arms around her shivering figure, partly to warm, mostly to comfort her.

He rest his chin on her head, it would be uncomfortable to speak, but the words demanded presence. “You know he would only miss it if something extremely important were happening. Besides, it’s as you say: ‘merely a formality.’ In Alfor’s eyes, you’ve always been the heir, with or without a proper coronation.” He felt her soften, relaxing in his embrace. “Don’t forget, your mom, Coran, and I will be there to provide all the support you need.”

She hugged him tightly, contorting her body into what couldn’t have been a comfortable position.

“Thank you, Lotor…” she mumbled. “You know it means the world to have you there with me.”

He returned the hug gently, “You know I wouldn’t miss it for the universe, Princess.” He untangled himself and chuckled jubilantly, “Enough of this seriousness, it’s your birthdobash! Let’s go have fun before you join the stiffs!” Propping himself up, he brushed the wet grass and leaves from his pants. He gave a goofy bow, extending his hand enthusiastically. “Assistance, madam?”

Allura rolled her eyes, reminded of their age old gimmick, but played along, taking his hand. “Why thank you, kind knight, however can I repay you?” She swooned, mocking him in a fit of giggles.

“Why, a quick race to breakfast would certainly be payment enough I think. Your highness?” He paused, searching for a response. She met his gaze, wordlessly accepting his challenge, fire in her eyes. She didn’t pause a moment before sprinting towards the palace grounds.

He struggled after her, slipping on the wet grass. Her voice echoed over the hilltop, “Ready go!” Bearings returned, he raced down the hill following her lead.

Huffing, he barreled into her, wrapping the girl in a large hug and pulling them down, turning to cushion their fall on the well-kept lawn. “Not fair, your highness! But even cheating I can still catch you!” he laughed triumphantly. She just laughed along, collapsing into his chest. Both royals were severely out of breath, and the princess’s dead weight was not helpful in replenishing Lotor’s dwindling supply of oxygen. He pushed her off lightly, gasping for air.

“You’re getting faster!” he managed to confess through several desperate gapes.

She pulled a face, “Unfortunately, I think that’s the last race we’ll be having, now that I have to be all proper and lady-like.” They frowned together, reminiscing in the care-free times of old. Change occurred around them at a pace much faster than either cared to admit or acknowledge.

Coran’s cheerful voice sang overhead. He bellowed, “Well, good morning! Princess, Lotor, I assume you’re ready for breakfast?” The large man peered over the two of them, a glint in his eyes, his bushy orange mustache curled up in a bright smile.

“Good morning, Coran! Breakfast sounds amazing!” Allura responded cheerfully, Lotor regarded him with a nod and a forced smile.

Coran helped Lotor up, then turned to aid his joyful charge, chattering senselessly about coming events. Lotor gestured to the hall, urging Allura to hurry along so they could eat. She eventually caught on to his silent plea and began wrapping up Coran’s increasingly elaborate conversation. Lotor threw her an exasperated sigh, rolling his hands together. ‘Get on with it!’

She held up a finger in his direction. ‘Just a tic, I’m almost done.’ Smiling, she pointed a hand to the doors, Coran nodded curtly, turning to continue his walk about the grounds. She skittered to Lotor’s side, apologizing. “Sorry, you know how he is once he gets going!” she confessed.

He shot her a look, lacing his words heavily with sarcasm. “Yes, of course, it’s him that gets going, most definitely not you.” He extended an arm to her, politely offering guidance to breakfast.

She backhanded him lightly on the arm with a scoff, feigning offense, but took his arm, marching in together for their morning meal.

Lotor’s reflection cringed with him as he glowered at his mirror. The Altean armor fit him well, much better than any of the Galrani combat suits he wore. It was lighter weight, and much more breathable than his battle gear, the white plating complementary to the platinum tones in his hair, but accenting his Galrani skin tone.

He gripped the smooth wooden corners of his vanity pushing against the rage boiling his blood. He could’ve been an Altean. He would have grown up under Alfor’s intent care, instead of Zarkon’s ignorant neglect. He could’ve been raised a boy, instead raised a soldier. Zarkon’s fault, it all was, the training he went through, the torture he endured, the absence of Alfor from Allura’s life; Zarkon’s fault.

Lotor would see his revenge when his parents could no longer withstand the quintessence, when Zarkon decided to pass the Empire on to him, then he would get his revenge. He’d run the Empire with an iron fist and a golden heart. No longer would the worlds he conquered have to suffer in poor living conditions and fear. They would be liberated from their slave conditions and they would work together with the Galra in a state of mutually beneficial symbiosis. He would protect them, all of them. And as for Zarkon? He and Honerva, the batty old hag, would die knowing everything they worked for was destroyed. Yes, when that time came, he would obliterate Voltron and every other trace of quintessence and it’s powers. No being would be corrupted by that evil ever again. Allura would never feel alone again.

A light tap on the door roused Lotor, his thoughts scattering as quickly as they formed. Throatily, he shouted “come in!” scrambling to get the final pieces of the armor together.

Coran eased open the door slowly, dressed in formal attire himself. He muttered “If only the Princess would keep her room this tidy…” under his breath.

Lotor smirked, “Now Coran, don’t let her hear you say that! You’ll get an earful about your awful cooking mess! None of us need be reminded of that horror.”

Coran blinked, then shuddered. Cooking, a battle hard fought, but not won. “Right you are, right you are…” He gave Lotor a once-over. “Your armor is wrong here, let me fix that for you.” He came up behind Lotor and fidgeted with some of the shoulder padding in the back. “There! Much better! Now what to do about that mane of yours…”

Lotor shrugged and rolled his shoulders around, whatever adjustment Coran made, the suit somehow fit him better than before, and was far more comfortable to move around in. It was almost like wearing training johns, the material was so flexible. He focused in on Coran’s prattling.

“-do you think?” Coran looked at him expectantly. Lotor totally missed the question.

“Yeah, uh, sure?” He answered, nervous about what he may have agreed to.

Coran clapped his hands together loudly, making Lotor flinch. “Oh, splendid! I’ll bring Kavella in right away! She’ll be thrilled to get her hands on that wondrous hair of yours! Lord knows you never let anyone touch it.”

Lotor panicked, he hated people touching his hair. Well, anyone but Allura that is. “No-no actually, I was thinking-” The door slammed loudly against its frame, bouncing back open, Coran hurried out to find his favorite stylist. Lotor sighed pitifully. “Well, so much for that idea,” he grumbled aloud to no one in particular, “guess I’ll just braid it.”

Another knock on the door, softer yet, despite its being wide open. “Can I come in?” He turned, locks curled carelessly around his fingers, tangled, no doubt.

“Allura! Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for the corona-... oh.” His mouth ran dry, like cotton balls suddenly replaced his teeth. “You look beautiful, Princess.” Allura floated into the room like some sort of cloud. No, it was the dress she’s wearing, a fabric so thin and elegant, the gossamer glinting. The soft purple and pink hues were uncannily similar to the dawn, bringing out her eyes and accentuating her natural beauty.

She tucked one of her loose curls behind a pointed ear, “You’re doing that wrong. I was always the better braider between the two of us.” She sat on the edge of the bed, patting the comforter in front of her, an invitation to sit. He sat, the bed creaking precariously from his unbalanced weight.

Lotor turned to look at the princess, but gentle hands pushed his head away, soft fingers running gently through his hair, detangling the impressive fisherman’s knot he’d managed to tie. “Look up for a tic, it’s gotten harder to braid since you got so much taller than me.” He obliged, relishing in the safe, familiar touches. He’d never let anyone touch his hair, and he’d never admit to how good it felt when Allura played with it.

“There you go, all done.” She pat him patronizingly on the top of his head.

He glanced back up at the mirror, admiring her skilled handiwork. “You get better every time, Princess, I’ll have to catch back up.” He ran a hand down the elegant raised braid cresting his scalp, impeccable. “Thank you, without you, I’d be at the mercy of Coran’s stylists. Can you imagine the gawdy hairstyle they’d have chosen?” He joked, but he couldn’t have been more grateful. Being with her was just what he needed to quench the vengeful fire eating at his soul.

She smiled, “Oh, something awful I assume. Like-” she gasped for sarcastic effect, before lowering her tone dramatically “-shaving it?”

He feigned injury, lamenting his damaged pride “Oh princess, why must you wound me so? You dare even tease at the murder of my precious locks? A crime worthy of highest treason! Punishment? Death by hugs!” He leapt from his ever-dignified position as a princely puddle on the ground to tackle her into a bear hug.

Allura fretted, pushing his full dead weight off with relative ease. “Oh, careful! This is delicate fabric!”

Lotor sat up, well aware of the stress looming in the back of her thoughts. His own coronation wasn’t all that long ago. “I’m sorry, Princess, I wasn’t thinking. Now, let’s get you to your coronation, shall we?”

“With this crown, this staff, and by the powers vested in me, by the Royal Court of Altea, I hereby name you ‘Crowned Princess Allura of Altea, successor to the throne, and commander of the royal guard.’ Rise, and greet your followers.”

The guards snapped to attention, Lotor among them, pride bubbling over in his chest. She did it, she made it through the coronation. In his position as captain por tempore, he called the final commands to end the ceremony. His quintents slaving through officer training weren’t so useless after all. “Atten-hut! Present arms!” He couldn’t contain the grin on his face as the thundering clamor of the ceremonial axes filled the chapel. “Ready… break!” He roared, rushing out the doors to congratulate Allura.

He flew through the doors, heavy dark wood clanging against stone, to find... him, Alfor, in loving embrace with his daughter. “King Alfor, you’re home! What a fantastic surprise!” Lotor advanced joyously, before meeting murderous eyes, halting him in his tracks. “Wh-what happened?” Alfor pushed Allura briskly but carefully to the side, knocking her off-balance.

“Your father refuses to see reason. The alliance is broken. This means war.” He spat spitefully in Lotor’s frightened face. “Guards! See to it that every Galra is removed from the premises and put into holding for further questioning. I’ll take care of the Prince myself.” Pandemonium broke loose, sounds of screaming, broken dishware, and pathetically one-sided battles echoed through the long halls in the once peaceful, sacred church.

Lotor froze. Does he help the innocent Galra people escape? Does he assist his army in detaining them? Why was Alfor doing this, why does he suddenly hate him? A firm hand clenched down on Lotor’s shoulder, shaking him free of his shocked stupor.

A much kinder look in his eyes, Alfor pulled him aside. “Come, my child. We have much to discuss.” Lotor scanned the chaotic surroundings frantically. Where was she?

Lotor broke free of Alfor’s grasp, pinning the older man to the wall. “What of Allura, where is she? Was she taken? Why weren’t you protecting her? Answer me!” Lotor growled his accusations dangerously. Alfor raised a hand in response, yield.

Lotor’s eyes glared with a dangerous inferno of fury, fear and betrayal. Alfor realized this was most directed towards him. He took a long, slow breath before answering calmly. “Allura is safe, the guards helped her to the palace before I gave the order. You failed to notice in the commotion.”

Lotor pulled away, slightly less aggravated, but still infuriated. “Commotion?” He spat, Alfor’s political tongue had a way of de-escalating situations. Fine within his kingdom, but while explaining his own acts of tyranny, hypocritical and alarming. “This isn’t commotion, this is chaos! Why are you doing this? Are you going to send me away too?”

Alfor rose, pulling the invigorated prince into a hug. “I cannot force you to leave. You are a member of my family, and my guard. You will always have a home here on Altea. With us. With Allura.” He stared forlorn into Lotor’s tearful eyes. “I caution you to think however, about the impact your staying here will have on your empire and your people. You are a ruler, Lotor. It’s in your blood. With your parents corrupt and your military fading, your people need a strong leader, a protector. Right now, you’re the only one that can give that to them. I do not hate the Galra, only Zarkon and his greedy pack. There’s a hidden tunnel just down this hallway. If you follow it, you should reach your shuttle without harm.” He gestured to a darker sector of the hall.

“Should you choose to stay, you will be admitted as a permanent member of the royal guard and you will serve in Princess Allura’s private detail. You can never be adopted, coronated or married into our family line as long as you have galra blood in your veins. As war with your empire grows, the people will begin distrust you, and I cannot promise you your safety, guard or not.” Tears began to cloud the old ruler’s eyes, mirroring those of the heartbroken child before him. Lotor knew what he must do, but it tore him apart: his gentle soul, shredded. “Son, it pains me so dearly to face you with this choice. One you should never have to face, to stay here or return home-” Alfor started.

Lotor’s resolve shattered, he sputtered through heart-wrenching sobs, “Daibazaal isn’t my home! It was never my home! My home is here, in Altea. I don’t want to return to my people if it means I leave you.” His voice cracked near the end, and he dissolved into Alfor’s supporting arms. “B-but I know I can’t stay.” Lotor confessed somberly, regaining what little composure he had to offer.

“I swore an oath to my people. And now I swear an oath to you, Alfor. No matter where I go, what deeds I do to protect my people, near or far, soon or an eternity away, I will find my way back home. I will come home. Thank you, Alfor, for everything.” He paused to wipe away the hot tears burning his face. “Please, just, make something up to tell Allura, so it’s easier for her to let me go. Turn me into a villain if you must. If I see her now, I don’t think I’ll ever leave.” With stinging words on his tongue, and a final embrace, Lotor ran for the tunnel, tears like acid in his eyes, a black hole consuming the tattered remains of his heart.

AN: Poor little Lotor, nowhere to go and no place to call home. (Song ref anyone?) He never even got to say goodbye...

Man, that was fun. I love being on break, so much time to write and relax. Well, with chapter 2 done my obligations with this piece are done for a while. We’re switching off chapters, so my lovely partner in crime (@damianwayynes ) will take the controls for chapter 3. I’m super excited to see what she has up her sleeve, true writing genius there. Check out her other work on her writing and art blog @litttlewings, well worth the read!

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02/06/2018 DAB Transcript

Exodus 23:14-25:40, Matthew 24:29-51, Psalms 30:1-12, Proverbs 7:24-27

Today is the 6th day of February. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian. It's great to be here with you as it always is, every day, for these moments that we can step out of the chaos, and allow God's word to be a part of our lives, guiding and instructing us as it does so well. So, thrilled that we can take the next step forward. And the next step forward will take us back into the book of Exodus where we’re hearing the first of the law being given to govern this new people that God is forming out in the wilderness. So, we’re reading from the Good News translation this week. Exodus chapter 23 verse 14 through 25, verse 40.

Commentary:

Okay. So, in the book of Exodus we are at Mount Sinai. God has come down upon the mountain to speak with Moses. He’s telling Moses what the culture is to be shaped like. And Moses is writing this stuff down and formalizing it. The people are agreeing to it and entering into covenant with God about it. And then he gives them some advanced words, because it's not like they’re in the desert, and God’s going to give this law, and everybody’s going to agree to obey it, and they’re going to go marching into the promised land, and it's just all going to happen in a day, kind of like drive-through freedom, kind of like instant gratification. It’s not going to work like that. The process is important, even though the process is going to take some time and will have its own set of difficulties. Yeah. So, you see how we’re talking about our own lives again. Right? You see how this story becomes a mirror into our own souls. So, if we could hear the words spoken to the children of Israel in the Scriptures and apply them to our lives, it would sound like this. I will make the people who oppose you afraid of me. I will bring confusion among the people against whom you fight and I will make all your enemies turn and run from you. I will throw your enemies into panic. I will not drive them out within a year’s time. If I did the land will become deserted and the wild animals would be too many for you. Instead I will drive them out little by little until there are enough of you to take possession of the land. So, if we could just remember, ‘little by little’, as we walk through our days. If we could understand where we’re going, what we’re doing, what we’re invited into. What God is calling us into isn't going to be like going through a drive through. It's going to be little by little, but a little every day gets you to the end. So, kind of like what we do here at the Daily Audio Bible together every day. Little by little we go through the entire Bible. And we have plenty of time to talk about all kinds of things. It becomes comprehensive. It becomes embedded in our souls. It becomes a part of who we are. Little by little we are getting there.

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Father, we thank You for Your word, for the encouragement that You are the Almighty God and anything that opposes You has no ultimate chance of victory. And when we are walking with You, when we are in Your will, when we are moving in collaboration and relationship with You, that extends to us. And, so, Father, little by little, continue to do the work inside of us. And little by little, allow us to take the land. Come, Holy Spirit. We pray in Jesus’ name. Amen.

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Hello Dily Audio Bible. This is Nathan from Bloomington Illinois. Hey Brian, I listened to your commentary on the 29th and, oh man, you are spot on, that was so wonderful to hear, what you had to say. I think we find ourselves so much in that situation that we get caught up in what we believe and knowing that’s right when it may not be. And we want to claim that were right, we want to claim that we know things, but maybe we don’t know as much as we think we do and I am in that boat and that’s one of my struggles, about always being right and listening more than talking. And you know, that I know I need to see God daily for wisdom to show me every day, every brand-new day, to show me what I need to say, what I need to do, how I need to think, how I need to perceive things, because it’s so easy wrapped up on being the __ and not even know it. Discernment, that’s my word for this year, discernment. So, just wanted to share a little bit of that today. Thank you so much again Brian and Jill for what you do and the team behind the scenes and making this all happen. I can’t fathom what the day-to-day operations are but we thank you. We are blessed because you’ve been blessed. So, have a great day. Make it a great day.

Hey everybody this is Pelham from Birmingham, Addicted to Christ. Brian, man, your message, I’m pretty sure I’ve called in and said both things that you said - a lot of us here ourselves saying in our own heads like, I’m under attack, or I can’t withstand this attack, or the attack is really bad right now, the enemy is really coming against me. I’m pretty sure I’ve said that, probably two times in the last two months, maybe three times. So, you’re reading me like a book. You’re reading my mail man. I mean the words about deception and what’s really going on in this world and what God is using, the enemy schemes, what he’s doing with it, what he’s using it to do to strengthen people and to teach people what forgiveness means and to refine and…anyways…Brian, I just had to call in and say thank you today. You blew my mind, your words were amazing. And everybody, I went to work for the first time. Someone literally said, I don’t know who it was there, but they said first day worst day. And I don’t know who said that, it was one of the other workers, and they had like five people say that this is half of what I was making when the owner of the bagel, __ bagel, decide it wasn’t a good fit because he thought that my dreams were in a different place, to do something with my own company or, you know, web design, other stuff that I do. Anyways, I was just calling in to say that I love you guys. Thank you for praying for me and please keep praying for me and Molly and Anderson in our financial situation, my job situation. Bye.

All is well. I am Daniel I ask you all to pray with me my brothers and sisters listening this moment. The most high God, this day You have made for us. Father You said the wonders shall not cease. Thank You. I am honored father to be a brother of Your Daily Audio Bible family. We are fully armored Father and we stand together moving forward with You. Father You said, if You are for us, who dare be against us. There is no obstacle on our path bigger than You father. Father You said, speak of that which is not as if it were. Father You said You have not because You do not ask God. Father You said in Your word that I Am that I Am. I ask You Father to open the eyes of faith in my brother Pelham, that he may see clearly Your perfect will this moment. Father of our faith and Your faith together is unlimited. Our yes and Your yes is limitless Father. Thank you. I am Daniel. I am fully armored and I stand with you Pelham and all of my family in Christ. In all ways, here, this moment I seek him. Lord find his name and further his kingdom, answering his call saying, here, Father I am. In Jesus name. Amen. Pelham, my brother in Christ, choose to believe His word each moment you wake opening your eyes to a new day He has made for you. You are His most prized possession as the child of God you are through His word. Receive the gift already given in expectancy my brother, according to His perfect will. His more than enough good is already yours to choose from to receive by believing what He has already spoken. He cannot lie. He said I will not, will not, will not, fail you. Believe the good inside you and listen clearly. See what is yours through eyes of faith. Blessings that chase you down and overtake you and all of those He has…

Hi Daily Audio Bible this is Paul from Houston. And I just want to call and request prayer for my marriage. I’ve had a separation for a good part of a year, starting around Valentine’s Day of last year. And I’m just praying that God could restore different things. I’ve seen him in different ways...it’s been a tough year but it’s been kind of an amazing year in some ways because there’s been addictions that have been broken and things that have been broken over many years that have…that God is allowing to minister to other people and to go into situations that I would never have anticipated. And I’m just praying though, that God could restore what the enemy has stolen and what he’s taken for me and my family. And I just thank you. I thank you guys so much for…for the ministry Brian…and all the people praying. And I tell you…it’s such a blessing to listen to so many different prayers from so many different people. Thank you for praying for me and my family as I want to pray for yours. And I just thank you and you all have a great day. Paul from Houston. Thanks.

Hey, this is Jaden Lopez again from New York. I want to say thank you for all the prayers that you guys have given me. I really enjoyed that __ prayed with me throughout this time. And I love you guys. __. Keep praying. ___ . Thank you.

Hey everybody it’s Peter from Toronto. It’s the 30th of January around 2AM. The reason I’m calling is that I am going through some changes, or enlightenment, stuff that I was brought up with in this particular church I found out that the Bible doesn’t pass or cut mustard as they say. And my current church and Daily Audio Bible is speaking of the same thing of deception and another YouTube ministry was speaking of the same or have the same sort of sermon. So, I believe God is speaking to me on that, that way. Recently, I haven’t been able to settle down, doing my normal prayers, and relaxation. Though a lot of people have been asking me to pray for them for different health issues, I have done a tracheary prayer for them. I like to get really into the muscle on the meat of things and I’m just so upset. Another thing at work, it’s people are asking me to speak up for them or holding me as a person that will speak up for them and speak the truth. And I don’t know if I am able to take that responsibility or I have just have been…just…basically…I’m just exhausted and I need your prayers and to help me through these patches. My family, especially for my daughter, who is been estranged for years because of her mother and my mom passing away three years ago. Her birthday was on the 25th and that threw me into a tailspin as well. So, I’m really discombobulated or whatever. Anyway, blessings to everybody.

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