Their Eyes Were Watching God- Journal #4

Afterward Sue started to contemplate Faith. Faith, what a powerful entity with incredible hands who lives in the heart of every home. The extraordinary being who lived in the rocky building like a frame without a foundation to it, and without walls. What need does Faith have for protection, and what storm can knock against her. She stands in her lofty house that views the universe. Poised attentive and still the entire morning with her weapon at the ready, waiting for news to call her away. Been waiting there ahead of there being a what or a where or a how. She was bound to discover all of her flowers blooming. She was happy and courageous too. Poor Eric! He ought to not need to wrassle in there all by his lonesome. She ordered Ted in to recommend a walk, but Eric said Never. These blossoms wuz acceptable with the doubting, but they wouldn't do a thing about a situation like his. He'd be just fine has soon has the so called, two faced charlatan found a cure to all his grief. He wasn't going to stop believing, period. That was his opinion. But Ted had informed her otherwise, so she was aware. And even if he hadn't, the following day she was certain to know due to the way his gloom started to gather throughout the empty, drafty house. Thoughts that would not have begun to enter his mind showed up, and stayed. Just sitting in the house and waited to overtake him. Grief, that wilted blossom, had fell onto the house.