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bluecanvasshoe · 19 days ago

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Hello, I'm not feeling very well, and I'd like to request some fluff with Hosea Matthews as the reader's father figure, who's feeling down for butching up a robbery.

Act Naturally

Thank you for your request! I'm sorry to hear you're not feeling well :( winter is always the worst. hopefully this fic can bring your spirits up! i hope you enjoy! :D

You didn't specify age or gender (which is perfectly fine), so I decided to make a gender neutral reader who is implied to be a teenager.

Hosea Matthews & gn!teen!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: robberies (nothing explicit), minimal swearing, minimal use of y/n

title from the song ‘Act Naturally’ by Buck Owens

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The sun was setting in the camp and crickets began to emerge. A couple of folks from the gang, including you, were just returning to the camp after a botched robbery.

You sat on your horse, shoulders hunched and eyes trained forward. Tears had been threatening to fall ever since your slip-up, and you’d tried your best to conceal the overwhelming embarrassment you felt.

Everyone dismounted with less chatter than usual, hitching their horses and going to tents or campfires to chat. You quickly followed, stepping off of your horse clumsily, tying him to a hitching post and speed-walking through the camp.

Marybeth and Tilly were sitting together behind a cart on top of a few blankets, chatting about a book as they stitched up a few articles of clothing. The former looked up, noticing your hastiness to return to your tent, and furrowed her brows. Tilly followed, pausing in her sewing.

“You look tense there, Y/N, are you alright?” Tilly asked, looking at you with a sisterly kind of concern.

You really were not in the mood for talking. If anything, you’d rather not see anyone for the next week. Something in your chest nagged at you, screamed to snap at her or ignore her altogether; but Tilly didn’t deserve that, and neither did Marybeth. They only wanted for you and the other members of the gang to not have to carry more of a burden than you all already do.

“Yeah, ‘m just tired.” You muttered, voice threatening to break as your throat constricted painfully.

The two older girls gave each other a worried look. “If you say so. But if you need to talk about anythin’, we’ll just be around camp!” Marybeth said, not pushing when you didn’t want her to.

You hardly got out an ‘okay’ before walking the rest of the way to your tent.

Drawing the flaps of it closed behind you, you made sure they were shut securely and that no one could see in or out. Then, your steely expression crumpled and your bottom lip wobbled, hands covering your face, and you sunk to the ground.

You cried silently, but no less intensely. Shuffling over to your bedroll, you lay with your head on the pillow, tears trailing down your face and onto the rough, old fabric beneath you.

Your head was swirling, too many thoughts occurring at once, but they all held the same meaning.

“Why can’t I do anything right?” You questioned yourself quietly, voice breaking and wobbling. Taking a shuddering breath in, you continued your quiet sobbing. It seems everything you do, every step you take, was a mistake by nature these days.

It took a few minutes, but you eventually swallowed your tears and sat up, head in your hands. Guilt, embarrassment, and most of all shame came over you like a tidal wave, catching you in its current and dragging you down.

“Hello?”

You heard an older man’s voice - Hosea’s - from outside the tent. You didn’t reply, wallowing in your sadness. You didn’t want to speak to anyone, to have any kind of interaction. Just like with Tilly and Marybeth, you wanted to shout, scream, yell at anyone to go away, stop caring, and leave you alone.

But at the same time, you wanted more than anything for someone to ask how you are. For them to listen to you pour your heart out and confess the deepest, darkest things you tell yourself at the most minor of mistakes. And yet, do you want to feel better about this? It would be nice to talk, yes, but you don’t want a solution, or for the sadness to go away.

You hear distant chatter followed by a sigh from beyond the drawn flaps of the canvas tent before they were slowly opened. Your heart skipped a beat, and you immediately rubbed at your eyes harshly to get rid of any signs that you had been crying.

Hosea crouched down, his knees cracking audibly as he shuffled closer.

“Oh, Y/N…” He frowned, head tilted with an expression you couldn’t quite place; but for some reason, it made tears prick at your eyes again, ones that you wasted no time in aggressively wiping away.

He closed the tent’s flaps loosely, sitting down on the ground by the bedroll you were atop. You sniffled, looking at the thin sheets beneath you.

“What got you so down, huh?” Hosea questioned.

You inhaled in pathetically, your breaths shuddering.

“Was it the robbery?” You nodded.

He put a hand on your shoulder, lowering his head to your level. He was always good at this sort of thing. The reason why, you didn’t know. “I know it didn’t go how we wanted, but worse things have happened, kid.”

“But I messed it up. I made a stupid mistake, and now the… the law…”

“The law?” He laughed, though it was more of a wheeze. “Yeah, things may have gone sideways, but we would never bring you on a robbery with a risk of the Pinkertons findin’ us. Maybe next time we’d prepare you more, but I think I’d rather have a sloppy mission than a dead member.”

You looked at him, eyes teary with a deep frown.

He noticed your expression, nodding with a sigh. “Alright, alright. Look, these things happen. You haven’t gone on many missions, no one but…” his voice lowered a little, “Well, no one but bastards like Micah would blame you; and I don’t think you should listen to him. Besides, you think we haven’t messed up missions bigger than this?”

You shrugged, hands on your arms and crossed over your chest.

He seemed to be in thought, though you couldn’t see his expression to tell whether he was or not. “...You wanna hear a story?” Hosea asked out of the blue. You glanced at him, an eyebrow raised, and nodded.

“When Arthur was about your age, we were doing a train robbery. Now, he’d done them in the past, but this time, it was him who would do all the yelling. He was standing at the front of a train cart, looking all mighty, but I could tell he was probably shitting his pants right there; you could see it on his face! Anyway, people were scared, and he took a few seconds, but he started walking down the aisle, demanding valuables, but he forgot something. He let a man run out of the cart and alerted a couple of officers who were on the train since it was carrying rich folks. Before he could make it halfway down the damn cart, we were surrounded by lawmen; John never let him hear the end of it when we got back!” He wheezed again, grinning. You were inclined to crack a little smile, the story bringing up your spirits a bit.

“See? You aren’t so bad. So don’t be stupid and let this get you down, kid, because it doesn’t do anyone any good.” He pulled you into a side hug, rubbing your arm. “I’ve lived a long time, and if there’s one thing I can tell you, it’s to not dwell on these things. Stuff will happen, that’s just how life is; but if you keep comin’ back to it, you’ll never be happy. So forget it, because it isn’t worth your energy.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, sighing without a shudder or a hitch of your breath in a while. “It’ll be okay,” Hosea reassured, patting your shoulder consolingly and letting you sit there for a little.

Your mind was still plagued with bad thoughts, but it seemed a little easier to ignore them when given the pep talk you’d just received from Hosea. He always managed to say the right things, and you were damn grateful for it; even when you didn’t necessarily want it. It still helped.

Besides, the feelings of disdain towards a happier mindset melted away throughout his talk, and you found yourself feeling better. Still a bit upset, but better than a few minutes prior. It was a start.

He patted your shoulder, urging you to get up as he did. “Now, let’s get you some food, huh?”

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isaadleer · 4 months ago

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Hola! I don't know if requests are open, but could you make a drabble where young! Arthur teaches a young reader how to shoot and how to ride a horse? She's a newcomer to the gang and has a little crush on Arthur; which only intensifies if he gets close to her.

hii sweetie!! tysm for your request, i loved your idea so much, so here it is!!!!! i did something really basic and short but even so i still liked, maybe i could do a part two 🤭 but i always say that and don’t do it, so i don’t know… i hope you liked <3

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summary: Young! Arthur found young! fem character trying to learn how to shoot and he decides to help her. pairing: Young Arthur x Young fem character. words: 1836

On the sunny morning, the sun shone intensely against your eyes, causing the rays of light to disturb your vision. The trees swayed slightly with the gentle breeze, and your hair flew in rhythm with the leaves. The sound of a distant gramophone echoed through the camp where you had been staying for a few months since you were saved from an attempted robbery by a few thieves.

During a harsh winter in the mountains north of West Elizabeth, you were in dire conditions after the death of your father. Even though he was a violent and bitter man, he always returned with some food at the end of the day, which helped back then, but no longer, as you now didn't know how to hunt on your own.

At the same time, the Van der Linde gang had been camped in an isolated area. With life’s challenges, Dutch decided to explore the surroundings in search of supplies or opportunities that could benefit the group. He rode until he heard a muffled sound in the distance that made him stop. Driven by curiosity and suspicion, Dutch followed the noise until he reached your old wooden cabin, partially covered by snow, visibly worn by time. As he approached, Dutch noticed two men trying to break down the cabin door. Inside, you, an 18-year-old girl, were trying, with all the strength you had left, to defend yourself from the invaders.

Seeing that you were about to succumb, Dutch decided to intervene. He drew his gun and shot the thieves before they could even look him in the eye, leaving you alone and terrified inside the cabin. After the action, Dutch approached you. He moved cautiously upon seeing you curled up in a corner, wounded and wide-eyed with fear. The cabin was cold, almost without furniture, and there was little food in sight, all indicating that you had lived in poor conditions for some time. In a softer, but still firm voice, Dutch reassured you. He offered help, saying no one should go through that alone. You, hesitant and distrustful, initially resisted trusting a stranger, especially someone who had just blown the heads off two men in your home. However, Dutch's natural charisma and his promise of safety began to break down your resistance.

Dutch told you about the gang, describing it as a family, something you had lost a long time ago. He offered you the chance to join them, at least until you recovered and decided what you wanted to do with your life. With few options and nowhere else to go, still stunned by the situation, you accepted the offer.

Dutch then placed you on his horse and took you back to the gang’s camp, where you were met with a mixture of distrust and compassion. Dutch became a father figure to you during that time, comforting you over the loss of your biological father. As you tried to adapt to your new reality, you began to realize that maybe this unlikely gang was the family you had never had, even though you still weren’t sure if that was truly what you wanted.

During the months you spent with the gang, you tried to redeem yourself in any way you could, grateful for having been saved, by cooking, chopping vegetables, or cleaning the camp. The gang didn’t have many members, just Dutch, Hosea Matthews, Susan Grimshaw, and Arthur Morgan, who was the only one closer to your age.

You had a slight crush on Arthur, which made you watch him around the camp, when he arrived with his horse or when he chopped wood, showing off his muscles pressing against his shirt, or when he spoke to his horse affectionately. Even though you knew there was no reason to be jealous of a horse, he somehow made you feel that way. Arthur was probably about two years older than you, but his skills in the criminal life made him appear a bit older since you didn’t even know how to use a revolver.

And so, you found yourself that morning a little away from the camp, in front of some glass bottles, with Hosea’s revolver borrowed in your hands. You fired a few times and couldn’t hit anything. The next time, the same, and the next, again no success. Even without experience with guns, you didn’t realize it was this hard. The sound of the shots from the revolver hurt your ears, as you weren’t used to such loud noises.

Silent footsteps blended with the noise of the shots, making you turn around in worry, as you were a little away from camp. But when you turned, already pointing the revolver at whoever it was, you found Arthur standing in front of you.

“Are you gonna shoot me with that thing?” he said jokingly, though also a little nervous with the gun pointed at his face.

He wore a white shirt with a yellow vest, his traditional hat, and a black bandana wrapped around his neck. His blonde hair made your heart stop, every detail of him made you feel like having a heart attack every passing day.

Realizing he wasn’t a threat, you lowered the gun, embarrassed by your reaction. "If I could shoot with this thing, maybe I would," you joked, venting your frustration with your lack of skills.

He looked around, seeing the bottles without even a scratch, and realizing you had been trying to shoot them.

"How is that working out?" he asked, pointing to the bottles in front of you.

"Well, let's just say I’m not the best shooter I’ve seen," you turned, trying to point the gun at one of the bottles again. "But I’m trying." Then, you fired, trying to aim at the glass bottle, but again without success.

"Well, I wasn’t the best shooter either, but with time, it gets better," he tried to comfort you. "Look…" He approached from behind, trying to help. "You gotta..." he raised his arm, trying to position you correctly, "hold steady..." his hands found your shoulders, sending chills through your body from the closeness. "And firm," he added, increasing the pressure of his hands on your shoulders. "You just focus…" he said in a low tone near your ear, his warm breath against your cold skin. "Breathe slowly," he spoke again. You raised your arm and pointed the revolver at the bottles again, and inhaled as he instructed, but your attempt to stay calm failed, as Arthur's proximity made you tremble from head to toe. "And always pull the trigger on empty lungs." Then he exhaled with you, trying to help you concentrate, but little did he know that the more he talked, the more nervous you became. "Now, try again," he said, removing his hands from your shoulders, making you miss the weight of his touch.

Even so, you straightened your back and pulled the trigger again, but now following Arthur’s instructions. "Wait to breathe out, wait to breathe out…" you whispered to yourself, trying to reinforce your actions. Then you fired again, and the sound echoed through the trees around you. During the noise of the shot, you closed your eyes, and when you opened them again, the bottle you aimed at was no longer standing on the tree stump, only shards of glass remained on the forest floor. "Did you see that? I did it, I did it right, Arthur!?" you were almost jumping with happiness. "I haven’t hit one bottle the entire morning," you said with a mixture of laughter and relief, as it was your first time hitting anything.

Arthur watched you, happy and smiling with your achievement, and couldn’t help but smile along with you. "Not bad! You’re a natural!" he praised you, drawing more smiles from you.

His words made your heart warm, making you fall even more in love with him, even though you thought it wasn’t possible. "Good girl, you’re not that bad like you said." Looking into your eyes intensely, he said.

"Don't be a fool, this is the first time this whole morning," you corrected him, feeling your cheeks heat up from his compliments.

Arthur looked at you with a confused expression, but also with a slight smile on his lips. "I’m serious," he insisted, his voice softer now but still full of sincerity. "Even with my help, you’re really good at this." He reaffirmed, making your heart race even faster.

"Thank you..." you murmured, feeling your cheeks now turn red, but very happy with the unexpected compliments.

"Now..." Arthur began, getting serious again. "We need to go back to camp. It's not safe to make this much noise with you out here alone."

“Okay…” you replied, still a bit embarrassed but obedient.

You would always obey Arthur, anything he said. Anything he asked, you would do—comfort him after a failed job, clean his clothes, or tend to his wounds. Your heart was entirely his, even without realizing it, you were already completely in love with Arthur Morgan.

During the way back to camp, the silence between you two was comfortable, but you couldn’t help but glance at him from time to time. Arthur, with his calm demeanor and the way he handled everything around him, seemed like the most secure man in the world. The wind made his hair fly in a way that you found incredibly charming. At times, you noticed his eyes on you, and when your gazes met, both of you smiled briefly, as if sharing a secret.

After a few short minutes, you arrived at camp. Arthur turned to you and said, with a slight hint of shyness in his voice, "It’d be a pleasure to help you again, if you want." He rested his hands on his belt, trying to ease the anxiety of fidgeting with his fingers.

Without hesitation and with a smile on your face, you quickly replied, "Of course I would, Arthur..." You took a step toward him, and with all the courage you had left, you thanked him with a quick kiss on Arthur's cheek, which instantly blushed. He smiled, an embarrassed smile, as he brought his hand to his face where your lips had touched.

"Now I need to go back and help Miss Grimshaw," you said, trying to hide the smile that insisted on appearing. "See you around, Arthur." You waved briefly before turning to walk away.

"Yeah... I need to... hum... I need to feed Copper too..." Arthur tried to speak, but you were already too far away to hear, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

As you returned to camp, you couldn’t stop smiling like a fool. Susan Grimshaw, who was busy organizing the day’s tasks, noticed your unusual expression and asked, somewhat suspiciously, "Are you alright, girl?"

"Of course!" you replied, laughing in happiness.

Susan frowned, confused. It wasn’t common for you to smile for no reason. Maybe she thought you were going crazy, but, in reality, maybe that was it—you were crazy for Arthur Morgan.

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yanderes-galore · 3 months ago

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Can I get a romantic/platonic Hosea concept please?

He'd be so protective of you... Bill, Sean, or Micah couldn't mess with you. I need advice on how to make him a better yandere... I got nothing, man.

Yandere Hosea Matthews Concept

Pairing: Platonic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Manipulation, Violence, Blood, Murder implied, Smothering behavior, Age gap (If romantic), Dubious companionship/relationship.

Hosea is definitely a protective yandere with a no-nonsense attitude.

Despite being an outlaw, Hosea doesn't usually solve problems through violence like Dutch and Arthur.

He tends to talk things out and talks down situations.

However... He is definitely capable of violence.

Hosea just seems to be a subtle protective and caring yandere.

He isn't all that possessive.

In fact, regardless of his intentions, you may see him as a guardian in a way.

He'd be a platonic yandere most of the time I feel.

Many members in the gang see him like a father figure.

However, I'm not saying him as a romantic yandere is impossible.

In fact, I think he'd even treat a partner well.

Hosea is very nurturing, looking out for you despite his failing health.

He only ever seems to want you happy.

Honestly, it may be hard to see any red flags in him.

You're both outlaws, both capable of crime.

You know Hosea isn't innocent as one of the first members of Dutch's gang.

While he doesn't prefer murder, it comes with the lifestyle.

His most toxic trait is probably being smothering at times.

Even then he just seems concerned for your safety and health.

He wants you happy and healthy, as he himself knows what it's like to be sick.

Despite being close to Dutch, their yandere behaviors are definitely different.

Dutch is possessive, violent, and a bit unhinged as RDR2 plays out.

Hosea would give you more freedom.

While both of the older men are smothering, Hosea isn't possessive.

He just... looks out for you.

He's willing to do whatever it takes to do that, too.

He may not be as young as he used to be... yet he still wants to make sure you aren't in any unnecessary trouble.

I don't think he'd follow you around too often.

As said before, his health isn't what it used to be.

There's times he'll accompany you to places, but he isn't going to do any stalking.

He'll accompany you to saloons if you go, or just around towns on horseback.

If he can't do it, he sends someone else like Arthur to watch you.

Even if he gives you freedoms, he still isn't trusting you alone.

You always have a supervisor... a babysitter.

Someone needs to report back to him so you aren't in any trouble.

It gives him peace of mind.

After all, you mean a lot to him.

Be that another young soul to nurture like Arthur and John... or maybe a new love, something he hasn't had in a long time.

He doesn't mind other people talking to you.

Unless they're Bill, Micah, or Sean.

Hosea never seems to have any patience for folk like them.

They're a bad influence, complete trouble.

You may even see him chewing them out for one reason or another.

Especially if they messed with you.

(Which now brings the idea of a Platonic Hosea, who's protective of you like a father... with Romantic Sean/Micah/Bill trying to court you... An idea for another day, maybe?)

Hosea respects your emotions and treats them seriously.

If someone hurts you, Hosea himself will confront the issue.

He may be a little old for it... but some blood staining his coat doesn't bother him too much if it's for you.

Hosea has no doubt shot someone over you at least once.

You can't talk your way out of everything.

That, or maybe Hosea deems what they did to you too heinous to let them live.

Not many people mess with you... Even when Hosea isn't around all the time.

They know, despite his age, Hosea is fierce.

It's obvious he's taken a liking to you.

In what way is up to you.

If platonic, he acts like an overprotective father figure.

Illness or not, he enjoys taking care of you... another lost young soul.

If romantic, Hosea wants to try his best to be a good partner for you.

Yes, he isn't as young as men your age...

But he's still willing to give you the affection you crave if you ask.

Would he kidnap? Not really.

The closest to it would be subtle manipulation and coercion.

Like maybe he tries to convince you to join the gang through subtle convincing.

Then once you're there, you're under constant surveillance from him or members he trusts around you.

But in reality, I feel it wouldn't really want gang life for you.

Maybe instead of him inviting you to the gang, Dutch does.

Then Hosea gets close to you... and as Dutch slowly begins to go insane, Hosea may even plan ways to get you out of the gang.

He's too old to be possessive... He's selfish, yet he prioritizes your happiness along with your safety.

Hosea isn't as intense as other yanderes.

He's willing to let you go if it means you're safe and happy.

Especially when he knows his death is close.

If you were ever unhappy or harmed... Hosea will do whatever it takes to see you smile.

He'll shoot a man for you, he'll find a place to stay for you if you dislike the gang, he'll comfort you...

If you're unhappy with him, he'll give you space.

He's respectful.

He wants you to love him like he loves you, however that may be.

That's all he really asks for.

Which is... leagues better than most yanderes.

He wishes he could come with you if you did leave the gang...

Yet he can't.

He'll visit often... if he can.

But if you decide to be in the gang, Hosea defends you with his life.

He may be ill and old... but you give him something else to fight for.

He cares for you... maybe even more than he should.

Even to the point of wondering... maybe you should stay in camp with him...

Would you like that?

As tame as he is, he can still be a dangerous man.

It makes him happy if you do decide to stay beside him.

He's protective, but he knows you need your independence.

So instead of shielding you entirely from everyone and everything...

He'll simply aid you through it, he'll prepare you for everything...

He's come to terms with the fact he isn't a good man... that he'll die that way...

Despite it all, however.... He loves you all the same, no matter how selfish it may be... He'll always consider you as his.

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notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder · 10 months ago

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SO MY TAKE ON RDR2 ROYAL AU

Dutch van der Linde, the current king of the land, very much Zeus coded, too loud, too proud, too egoistic, often refuses to sign contracts with surrounding countries if it doesn't benefit him more than them, but because of his speeches people love him, big rumour he killed his dad, the previous king? who knows, but he did make big changes when he finally arrived at the throne

Hosea Matthews, ah yes, the Matthews lineage, the counselors of kings and queen, every single monarch has their Matthew, very rich, but how did they get the money in the first place? who knows, talks and drinks with the people, is actually the one keeping the country working

Susan Grimshaw, the woman Dutch married and the fomal queen, but well know in their personal life, they are divorced, but no! they could not possibly say that publicly! it would be scandal, and the cheating of the king and the ignorance of the queen became the norm, no surprise they each have their palace wing, and no suprise she spends hours in the garden, but why does she stay? who knows, maybe it's some obligation to the country, to her people

Arthur Morgan, the son of Lord Morgan, a knight lineage, the first ones to put their neck out for the king, the silent but smart, the rumor has it he once had a son? who knows, always with the king and his counselor, always the first one to protect the ones from the palace, but also the first one to keep the prince out of trouble

John Marston, the prince whose side of family died, now raised by his cousin/uncle Dutch, but who cares for the complicated family tree, all we know he was gone for a while, where and why did he go? who knows, but he lately spends a lot of time in the maid chambers, a troublemaker, too young, how can he be the future king

Abigail Roberts, a maid who, like many others, got smitten by the posibility of being in love with a prince, and what a long year without him it has been, and now she has a son, but the public still asks, who is the father? and why is that child around so much? who knows

Molly O'Shea, what a blessing that a princess from so far has visited our country! and she must like it here very much, for she has no plans of leaving yet, one wonders why the queen avoids her and why the king is the exact opposite, she seems sad these days, I wonder why? who knows, she beautiful and graceful and gets letters everyday, from her father, asking her to come home

Mary Linton, another princess who came few times, her country is small but a prosperous one, and when she locked eyes with the knight, nothing stayed the same

#brain is braining #hands are writing #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #red dead redemption #red dead redemption memes #notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder #rdr2 royal au #royal au #rdr2 au

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theprayerfulword · 1 month ago

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December 06

Romans 8:14 All who are led by the Spirit of God are children of God.

1 John 5:2 This is how we know that we love the children of God: by loving God and carrying out His commands.

Isaiah 42:16 I will lead the blind by ways they have not known, along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them.

1 Peter 5:7 Casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you.

Ephesians 4:31-32 Let all bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor, and evil speaking be put away from you, with all malice. And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you.

Matthew 23:11 But he that is greatest among you shall be your servant.

May you walk in faithfulness and love, acknowledging God throughout the land, laying aside cursing, lying and murder, stealing and adultery, and live in the bounds of God's Word that you may bring life and healing to the weary and wounded, strengthening the hands of the righteous and bringing joy to the hearts of the people, lest God withdrawn His hand from the nation and remove His protection from the land, causing even the beasts of the field, the birds of the air, and the fish of the sea to die. Hosea 4

May you receive the knowledge of God so that He will receive your ministry and worship unto Him. Hosea 4

May you honor the law of God by your obedience so that He will honor your children with His blessings. Hosea 4

Though the laborers in the harvest with you are few, may you be dedicated and loyal to the Master of the harvest and the Owner of the field, working diligently through the heat of the day, enduring hunger, thirst, and weariness, for your wages are sure, and you know the welcome and celebration waiting for you at the harvest's end. Hosea 4

May you admit your guilt when the Spirit of God speaks to you, bringing conviction and drawing you to repentance, lest the Lord go back to His place and wait for you to earnestly seek Him in your misery, for what He proclaims is certain. Hosea 5

May the grace, mercy and peace from God the Father and from Jesus Christ, the Father's Son, be with you in truth and love. 2 John 1

May you love one another by walking in obedience to His commands. 2 John 1

May you guard against losing what you have worked for, so that you may be rewarded fully, for anyone who wanders away and does not continue in the teaching of Christ has no relationship with God; but whoever continues in His teaching has both the Father and the Son. 2 John 1

Minister to Me, My child. Offer the sacrifices of praise and worship. Give the wave offering of your joy and pour out the drink offering of your strength. Make the burnt offering of your will, your understanding, your intentions, your plans, hopes, and dreams as a sweet-smelling savor to Me. Minister first to the Lord your God so that you may be purified and cleansed, equipped for every good work, emptied of yourself so that you may be filled with My glory, which is My truth and My power. Then, and only then, will you be able to serve living water and the bread of life to My people. There are many who “minister” to the people, giving them what is popular and pleasing, but it does not mature or strengthen them; those “ministers” have not come before Me or been sent by Me, for they are serving their own purposes. You must daily present yourself to Me before you can be sent out from Me as a servant in My name to those who will be the heirs of salvation. Learn of Me by walking with Me so you can represent Me in the truth and the power of My love which laid down My life for the sake of others.

May you trust in the Lord, for then you will be like Mount Zion, unshakable and enduring. Psalm 125

May the Lord surround you, as the mountains surround Jerusalem, both now and forevermore. Psalm 125

May you know with assurance that though the scepter of the wicked may be raised for a season over the land allotted to the righteous, it will not remain lest the righteous be led to use their hands to do evil. Psalm 125

May you seek the Lord and petition Him to do good to those who are good, but to banish those who turn to crooked ways with the evildoers. Psalm 125

May you realize that to contend with a person who does not know the fear of God is to waste your time – let God do His work in the heart and bring the person to the time of harvest. Proverbs 29:9

May you understand that by walking in the integrity of the Lord and following the leading of the Spirit of God, you will receive the hate of bloodthirsty men who seek to kill the upright. Proverbs 29:10

May you remember, as you see a fool giving full vent to his anger, that a wise man keeps himself under control. Proverbs 29:11

#daily #blessings #prayers #scripture

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jjmbbg · 1 year ago

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Father-son's Day

(Disclaimer: John is fourteen years-old)

It had been a while since John joined them, and while the brat —as arthur sometimes called him, to annoy him— didn't really get along with the rest at first, there was something special between him and Hosea.

Maybe it was because he was the first to feed him, or the first to offer him a change of clean, dry clothes after taking him to the town to take a hot shower (something John never had to tell the truth), or because he was the first in going to him when he was hurt or looked noticeably sad.

Whatever it was, John had a certainly different affection for Matthews, and the truth is that neither Arthur, nor Dutch saw themselves capable of discussing it.

Now, on a day like any other, while Arthur was wandering through the forest trying to hunt some animal and Dutch was in the town nearby doing whatever God knows, John was frowning trying to write very long words without spelling mistakes (Hosea scolded him for writing an "E" backwards).

Next to him, the adult was reading a book while he occasionally leafed through what Marston wrote down to corroborate his progress.

— It's with "b", not with "v" —he corrected him, pointing out the third word.

— Shit —John huffed, frowning again.

— Hey, vocabulary, John. Where did you hear those words?

— From Arthur —he murmured, crossing out the word and writing it correctly next to it.— I'm getting bored. Can't we do something else?

— Finish the other words and we'll do something else, okay?

— 'Kay.

John continued writing, and uttering the occasional insult, being scolded for the latter.

— I'll tell Arthur to stop swearing in front of you —Hosea said, or maybe to himself, John wasn't sure, sometimes the older man talked to himself.

— I finished! —he exclaimed happily.

— Well, first I must see if you wrote correctly.

John snorted and crossed his arms, watching every facial expression on Hosea at every word. A few seconds later a smile formed on his lips.

— Just one spelling mistake, you're improving, son —he congratulated him. John smiled too, not believing it.— Well, you said you wanna do something fun? —the young man nodded.— Go get the rods, we will bring the most enormous fish you have ever seen in your life.

If John's smile could get bigger, here it is. Excited, he got up from the chair and ran in search of the canes, even colliding with Arthur, who arrived with some rabbits in his hand.

— I'm sorry! —the minor apologized.

— And what's wrong with the brat now? —Morgan asked him, raising an eyebrow.

— We'll go fishing. And don't call him that.

— The brat's gonna drown.

— From the shore, Arthur. And don't make fun of him, you didn't know how to swim either at his age.

Something that was never lacking in Hosea is that he was always going to defend John from Arthur and vice versa, sometimes they attacked each other and Hosea was the mediator. And with strangers I don't even explain it, even someone gives one of those two a dirty look and that someone would already be dead.

Hosea would do anything for them, for his sons.

— I have them! Come on! —he yelled from the other side of the camp.

Hosea stood up and said goodbye to Morgan with a soft, short nod. He climbed onto his horse and helped John get on, beginning the journey towards the river that was half an hour from the camp.

— Do you think we'll catch something huge?

— We are in good times, surely yes.

— And will we catch many?

— That's the idea —Hosea answered looking at the trees.— Maybe tomorrow we could try to cut down a tree.

— Oh really? —the emotion in Marston's voice was noticeable.— That would be great.

When they reached the river, they positioned themselves to the side with the reeds.

— Hosea... can I ask you something?

— You know you can —he smiled at him.

— Does Arthur hate me?

— He doesn't hate you, John. His way of showing affection is like that.

— He's not mean with you —the boy murmured.— Only with me... and I understand that he doesn't love me, but I don't know... it's different when he makes it clear to me.

— He loves you.

— Has he told you? —he questioned angrily. The silence was enough.— Of course not. I want him to like me, but I don't know how to do it.

— He is a tough nut to crack.

— Arthur is not a nut...

Matthews laughed, he had forgotten that John didn't fully understand metaphors.

— It's a way of saying, I mean it's difficult to get into his heart, but that doesn't make it impossible. Keep insisting.

— It's just... I'm getting tired of insisting —he admitted.

— You'll find out the way, I assure you.

— Okay- Oh! Look! —he shouted when something seemed to grab the bait from his rod.— What do I do?!

— Keep calm first —Hosea said, pulling his rod out of the water. He approached John.— Now, spin the reel slowly... like this... very good John, and now a little faster. Excellent!

— It's huge! —Marston shouted excitedly.— Are we going to take it?

— Sure.

After catching that one, John wanted to stay for hours doing it, catching too many and letting the little ones go. When the sky began to darken, they decided to make the return trip.

While Hosea was telling the horse where to go, he felt John heavier than usual, he turned his head to look over his shoulder and saw him asleep, leaning on his back.

An involuntary smile decorated his lips.

— You had a busy day, mhm —he murmured, more to himself than to John.

#hosea matthews #john marston #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #i love these two #wish we saw more of them

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hannibalzero · 7 months ago

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Disabled Arthur Morgan au.

Charthur 🦬🦌

Tw: mpreg, talks about grief. Caretaking

Cool shit: disabled. Mobility tools/accommodations.

Wipppppp

Leaving Colter in those goddamned frost-bitten mountains, the Van der Linde gang looked worse for wear. The caravan was forced to change direction to the west instead of the east that Dutch had originally planned, thanks to a gang of O’Driscoll making camp in an old logging camp.

Taking on the O’Driscoll camp? Without Arthur Morgan? It would have ended in a bloodbath. The gang had already lost so many people, the Calendar boys, Jenny, Arthur…it was best to keep away and take another path.

Hosea slumped into Silver Dollars saddle, he didn’t speak much anymore, not like anyone asked.

Dutch Van der Linde paid little to no attention to Hosea’s input anymore.

Cold to his old bones, the wet freezing clothes stuck to his skin as he rode behind John and Abigail's wagon. The slush fell from the sky just to make a miserable journey unbearable.

The yips and growls of a pack of starving coyotes were following the gang. drawn to the smell of blood from Hosea’s youngest son’s wounds.

just as hungry as the Van Der Linde gang was.

Hosea pulled his scarf around his neck tighter, burying his nose in the thick wool.

First, it was that stagecoach job up near the town of Strawberry that Micha went on with Arthur. It should have been a straightforward job, one Arthur had done many times before. knocking over a stagecoach.

Hosea didn’t worry, he had slipped a chocolate bar and a ginseng elixir into Arthur’s bag and told him to get some money ruffling his hair.

Micha came back a week later with two saddle bags full of money, loudly bragging about how much money he had gotten away with.

At first Hosea didn’t worry. Arthur had a habit of galavanting around the country. His eldest son had a love for exploring and nature. admiring flowers, animals and little treasures that were worthless but impressive nonetheless.

time went by like it should, a month had passed. Micha claimed to Hosea that the cow-poke would come home eventually but…

Hosea had sent John, Javiar, and even Bill after his son…

but everyone came up empty handed.

This wasn't like Arthur, just leaving like this. Hosea started to worry, it wasn't like it was when John had up and left, being scared of being a husband along with being a father.

Hosea at least didn’t mourn for his youngest son. He knew John was alive and well if not scared out of his mind.

Shaking his head, trying to clear his poor taxed mind. Hosea looked to the wagon in front of him, John was bundled up in the bed of the wagon like a squirrel in a nest. face stitched up but healing, John was lucky surviving the wolf attack, Javier getting to his youngest son in the nick of time.

he coughed into his hand gripping Silver dollars reigns in his other hand.

Secondly, Dutch and Micha got a bee in their bonnet about that god damned riverboat, an obvious lure for robbers. ignoring Hosea’s profitable real estate scam he got cooking for cheap fast blood money.

Causing the gang to flee Blackwater and leave behind the money they so desperately needed.

What Hosea lost his eldest son over…

Micha riding proud on the back of poor tired baylock, rode up to the party. “This way! Just down this trail leads into West Elisabeth.” He called out in that annoying swagger that grated on Hosea’s poor nerves. “About to be out of the damn snow!” He cackled but not earning a sound for the gang.

“Very good son! Can feel that sunshine already.” Dutch praised Micha.

Hosea snap his head up and found his voice. “Dutch Van der Linde, he ain’t no son of mine.” His voice boomed startling the poor gang, all heads swishing back to one furious Hosea Matthew’s.

Dutch was stunned into silence for a moment, having to swallow and laugh. “Easy old girl, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just a slip of the tongue.” He held his hands up trying to sooth the older man, that damn cigar still in hand.

“Our sons, our sons Dutch.” Hosea’s hands gripped the leather reigns as his hands shook with rage. “Both abandoned by this-“

”hey old man! Don’t be blaming this on me!” Micha growled while moving Baylock behind The count. Hiding behind Dutch like a spoiled child needing a good spanking.

coward.

“Hosea, Old girl. Calm down now-“ Dutch added.

Hosea turned Silver dollar, to the left now with a sharp pull. “Abigail, y’all come with me. I ain’t leavin my son with these people.” He shot the young women a look who nodded. “Anyone else? Come on!” He ordered heading down another trail, leaving the gang finally.

Rage turned into tears, Hosea wiped at his eyes as he rode. Not bothering to look back now.

Dutch has what he wanted.

Loyal mindless knights for his round table.

Hosea just wanted his sons.

“Hosea-“ Abigail called out.

Giving a nod of his head showing he heard her. “Yes, my dear?” He called out not looking back. He didn’t want to show the young women how deeply he was hurting.

“Where we goin?” She asked softly, not wanting to push that man on what just happened.

“Home.” Hosea replied, keeping his head forward.

The sun slowly disappeared the farther down the trail they rode. the cold hard ground warming away into tall lush green grass.

hardly passed lunchtime judging by the sun. when they rode into the green lush valley. a nice spring-like breeze in the green valley, full of purple sage flowers blowing in the breeze. Deer, elk, all sorts of wildlife.

Hosea watched a rabbit run by as he started to notice little groups of plants in the tall grass of growing, ginseng, lilly root flowers and big berry bushes. Raspberries, blackberries, even blueberries too.

This was a nice area, surprised there weren't folks living in the area?

If memory served this area was pure wild, hidden in the shadows of the mountains.

Hosea could remember riding with Bessie all those years ago, talking about settling in an area like this. Possible children and the dreams of a young married couple. Bessie teasing Hosea about making her a collar with something pretty on it. A covered wagon with two big oxen and starting a fresh new life together…

Life simply changed into another season like it dose, times got hard. Money got tight, Bessie fell ill. Hosea needed quick money and Dutch had come to help him.

Just one last job….

Hosea sighed, shaking his head, what was it about long rides that brought back painful memories? Hosea was blaming those purple sage flowers swaying in the wind. The same one Bessia had favored.

Looking ahead now, Hosea spotted a person with a horse just near the little stream. A fawn and white mustang mare, following a man to a berry bush. Nipping at the man’s poor hat, making the man laugh and reaching out with his right hand to stop her, petting the mare’s face lovingly.

A familiar laugh. Like a ghost of the past seemed to rattle poor Hosea to his core, slipping off of Silver Dollar.

Making the horse neigh in annoyance.

“Hosea!” Javiar called out in shock, getting tangled in his own saddle in the hurry to get to the old man.

Boots hardly touched the ground as the old man bolted to the stranger, wheezing and coughing in his hurry but not stopping until he got to the man in that ratty old gambler's hat.

“Ar-Arthur!!” Hosea bellowed like a war cry, falling into the man's arms.

The man caught Hosea, one arm around his chest to support the wheezing man. The other arm was around Hosea but there was a lesser grip, like it was weaker.

Head at the man’s shoulder, Hosea took the person in. He was in a deep green poncho with a pattern of triangles , hiding a large beer belly and full chest. A layer of healthy fat now but no doubt the man was strong.

There was a mating collar around his neck, a sign that someone was joined body and soul to someone special. deeper than marriage, a soul bond almost. common in fairytales more than real life but sometimes folks still bounded like this.

fine dark brown leather with three glittering stones clustered together in the middle. In the center of the cluster was an opal: the size of Hosea’s thumb. The start of something new, beloved.

Moonstone was on the left of the cluster.: new beginning, supports new mothers during child rearing. Acceptance.

A deep purple azurite was on the right.: protection, awareness and understanding.

The three stones were protected by a pair of shining panther teeth and backed with gold.

Hosea prayed that this stranger was Arthur, someone found his beloved son. who loved his son so much, that person had kept him, spoiled him in ways that Hosea never could.

holding his breath, gathering his courage. Hosea looked up into the face of his beloved son. Arthur Morgan, smiling down at Hosea holding him, looked like he was about to cry himself.

Arthur almost looked younger, happier. Same crooked noses and cocky smile but a lot of those worry lines that plauged Arthur so had mostly faded away. His hair was long, curling at the ends under his hand, face clean shaven too.

“My word boy! been gone almost two years!” Hosea chided hands gasping Arthur’s shirt tightly. “speak ta me will ya Son!?” he demanded.

Arthur nodded but in a weak voice. “Howdy pa, it’s been ta long.” His voice was damaged but healing, at least Arthur could speak now. Feeling his bad knee starting to hurt now, Arthur moved them to the patchwork quilt he had laid out.

“Sorry, I get tired easily now..” he apologized to Hosea, moving oddly as if he couldn’t get onto the ground so easily anymore. His movement was stiff but practiced like he had to re-learn his movement.

“Hosea?!” Abigail with John, Jack and Javiar hurrying over together.

“Easy boy, what the hell happened to ya?” Hosea helped Arthur sit down on the quilt. He looked up at Abigail and waved her over. “right here my dear, just…found something I lost.”

Marching through the tall grass, holding her skirts as best she could. Abigail approached with her little pack behind hers.

She was the alpha wolf after all.

“What could you have los-“ Abigail’s words died in her mouth, a hand covered his mouth and tears started to prick at her eyes. “Arthur? That you?” she held her hands close to her chest.

“Brother! We thought you died.” Javiar fumbled out, pushing up his hat to look the outlaw over.

John hardly raised his head, feeling stronger knowing his brother was there. “What happened Arthur? two years? aint like you to up and leave without a reason.” He wheezed out.

“Yeah it’s me.” Arthur greeted his voice, surprising the group. Softer and weaker, still manly like it always had been but much different. “should ask you the same thing Marston.” Arthur reached up with his left hand to push his hair back, it was odd his fingers didn’t move but there was a tight metal bracelet cuff with a u like hook on it.

Hosea felt his worry grow, what had happened to his strong son?

Jack, ignoring the adults like usual, running to his favorite Uncle gripping the man in a tight hug. Giving Arthur a kiss, blinking when he couldn’t hug like they used too.

Jack couldn’t get as close as he wanted. Jack always loved Uncle Arthur’s big arms and soft chest.

almost as safe as mama’s arms.

Something was in the way?

“Uncle Arthur, why do you have a belly like uncle?” Jack asked in confusion, feeling the man’s large belly feeling the movement in awe.

Arthur looked to the worried faces of his family, giving a look that said he would explain later. But for Jack, he looked down at the boy and nodded with a smile. “My husband. Give me some fruit to eat. Ate a seed.”

“Husband? I didn’t expect you to go for men, brother?” Javiar teased before not understanding what Arthur’s saying was suggesting. The desperado’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “What seed could have done this?” He gestured to Arthur’s swollen state.

Hosea wheezed into the crook of his arm, the shock making his lungs contract. “Y-you married? You have a baby coming?!” He got out through coughs. “Two years! I thought I lost you, boy! Why didn’t you come back?!” He demanded, tears pricking at his eyes.

Javiar looked more confused, not by the fact that Arthur was pregnant. more of the strange saying.

Looking down in his shame, Arthur fiddled with the hem of his poncho. “Was hurt, real bad. I was asleep for two weeks stright. Can’t really use my left hand no more, just recently healed enough ta talk again. Walk without a cane too. Can’t ride in a saddle to long anymore. I got about a hour in ta saddle before I start hurtin’.

Arthur worrying the fabric in his hands more. “Charles is’a saint of a man. findin’ me ina ditch near Strawberry. patchin’ me up…took care of me. hell had ta tie me ta the damn bed to keep me from hurttin’ myself by mounting up.” Arthur laughed softly, still such a nervous man, even after all this time.

“I wanted to send a letter but the mailman wouldn't allow Charles in ta help me. it was about two months inta my healing and I couldn’t speak.”

taking a breath, Arthur looked up to Hosea.the same way he would look at Hosea when he was a boy. “I ain’t run off…I’mma so sorry Pa.” he said quietly. “But I can’t, do what needs ta be done. can’t pull a gun, can’t chop wood, can hardly ride a damn horses.” He rubbed his eyes trying not to cry.

“Dutch would probably put’me down like a horse witha broken leg.”

Hosea pulled Arthur close to him in a tight hug. “easy, ya are my son. hell I would have shot Dutch myself before he even thought of putting a hand on ya..” he swore to Arthur. “just like I would do for John.” he pointed out,

Arthur hugged his Pa for a good while, gathering his emotions with a sigh. pulling back now and taking in the state of his family. Arthur’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“….all of yall are so thin? dirty too. was the gang doing that badly?” Arthur asked tilting his head. “I’mma bein’ rude ain’t I? Still ain’t use ta having a home ta be all welcoming like.”Arthur softly admitted while adjusting his hat once again. “why dontcha come home with me? get some food in ya and clean clothes on ya.”

with a click of Arthur’s tongue, Peaches his mare. mossied over to her owner and allowed Arthur to use her as a support to get up. Arthur’s bracelet with a ‘u’ hook on it, hooked onto a metal ring that dangled from her saddle and Arthur was up on his feet.

“I’mma so hungry I can eat a bison!” Jack squealed, smiling when Arthur picking up the boy with his strong right arm and placed him on Peaches back before he gathered up the quilt.

“a whole bison? Uncle Charles will be so impressed. he is hunting, lets hope he and Eagle flys finds something good.” Tucking the quilt into the saddle bag, Arthur with the help of his brace pulled himself up into his saddle.

“ya’ll follow me, my home ain’t ta far away.” Arthur gustred up ahead with a tilt of his head.

Abigail finally spoke. “that's mighty generous Arthur, but won’t we be to much for your homestead?” she pointed out, “with the baby coming and winter…it’ll put stress on your homestead.”

“I still can’t believe you're alive.” John admitted now sitting back in the wagon.

“I have some money, we can pay.” Javiar offered, earning annoyed looks from Hosea and Abigail. “….what? I simply kept my share.”

…..right.

“ya’ll will see, come on.” Arthur waited for Hosea to mount up.

mounted up on Silver Dollar, Hosea rode beside Arthur.

just watching his son, afraid that Arthur would disappear before his eyes. it was strange to see Arthur look so happy and at ease. reminded Hosea when Arthur was a boy learning to read with him and Dutch.

eyes taking in Arthur, Hosea couldnt help but to look at Arthur's large belly and back to his son's face.

“This Charles feller, is he good to you? didn’t force himself on ya or nothing? how far along are ya anyways? until the baby comes” Hosea couldn’t help but to worry about the type of person that married his eldest son.

now if he could get his youngest son to marry…

Arthur snorted a smile tugging at his lips and gave a small laugh.

“nah, ain’t nothin’ like that. Charles is’a good man, a kind man. better than I deserve. just kinda happened? we get along.” he promised. “sometimes I think I’mma gonna wake up in that ditch and all this is’a dream.”

Arthur looked down at his belly bashfully, “any day now? should have come last week. Been taking big spoonfuls of caster oil, ain’t done nothin’ but make ma feel sick.”

”…..and Charles let ya go out here, alone?” Hosea stiffened, shoulders back already reaching for his shotgun.

Arthur was in that delicate of a state?

“well…I kinda talk’d him into it. said baby wasn’t comin’ and Eagle flys needed his help on this hunt. promised I would stay close ta home.” ducked his head looking sheepish now. “said I would go ta the stream, pick some blackbarried and draw a little. He wants me to rest so no chorin’. I’mma about ta pull out ma hair. still ain’t used ta not working.”

Hosea sighed and shook his head, gripping his reigns he looked to his son now.

“What happened Arthur.” Hosea demanded now.

Arthur was quite for a moment, giving a pleading look to Hosea.

“Please, not now, Jack is with us. here a little later tonight I will tell ya all everything.” Arthur promised before adjusting his hat and looked back to the road.

The small party rode in the soft quite, Arthur leading away just like he had always done in the gang. suddenly everything seemed a bit better, they weren't gonna die in the snow. no wolves attacking, full bellies and no O’Driscoll attacking them.

this ride was almost pleasurable at the leisurely pace.

coming up to the goodsized ranch, the big wooden gates welcoming them. The sign read ‘Sage Stream Ranch.”

Javiar was the first one to speak.

“Ey’ I know this place!” Javiar blinked in supirse. “Hanging dog ranch, this is that big O’Driscoll camp?! no way you’re with one of them are ya, Brother?” he asked Arthur. “I came past here a few weeks ago! right up under my nose Arthur.”

Arthur shook his head no. “naw, we cleared’em out with ma snipper riffle off of a clif. well…Charles pulled the trigger I aimed the rifle. now its my home. paid the twenty dollars and now its mine. legal like” Arthur informed in his now quite voice.

Riding into the large barn, Arthur stiffened at a hard mean kick, rubbing his belly for a moment. trying to sooth the kicks of his excited baby. “easy there, not till daddy gets home.” he reminded his baby, Arthur couldn't help but to smile a bit. Hard to stay mad at his little one.

Arthur talking to his belly caught Jack’s intrest once more, the little boy looked up at his favorite uncle.

“who ya talkin’ too?” Jack asked with a tilt of his head.

“ma baby.” Arthur with a bit of effort dismounted off his horse, before reaching up with his strong arm scooped Jack off Peaches.

“can the baby hear in there?” Jack, watching his clever uncle with his left hand brace and hook, was able to unsaddle Peaches. Brush her coat and pick her hooves before allowing Peaches into her stall.

Arthur started to reply but stopped, rubbing at the scar on his chin in thought. “rightfully? I ain’t sure. I mean…the baby is in me…baby tends ta move when I speak to it.” he gave a small smile to Jack.

“I like ta think so? likes it when their daddy speaks to them too.” he ruffled Jack's hair before walking out to the wagon and started to help untack the horses.

Arthur hardly reached out for the reigns, only to ne shooed away by Hosea and Abigail while Javiar helped john.

#my writing #wips #rdr2 #mpreg #charthur #my wips #I’ve been working on this on and off for two weeks

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annaphoenix1994 · 4 days ago

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Colter - Outlaws from the West

Masterlist - Next Chapter

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"Gimme that!" Minnie Barlow snarled as she pointed a revolver to a younger man's chest. He was about thirty, with a green scarf and a matching vest on his torso. He hated to admit that she was scaring him, but he failed to have any choice as she was aiming his own revolver at him after their brief brawl.

"Miss, I-" He struggled. "You don't wanna do this! I'm an O'Driscoll and word will get back to Colm!" He pleaded as he clutched a manuscript close to his torso, which held crucial information about a train clearing through Granite Pass, a train in which the O'Driscoll's were going to rob, a train that held many railroad bonds, some gold, and government payroll.

"I don't give a damn who you are!" She hissed. "Gimme that paper and we won't have no problems, ya hear me?"

He nodded his head, but still refused to give her the manuscript. Young Kieran Duffy never wanted harm to come to anybody as he never really wanted to fall in with a band of outlaws in the first place, but after losing his mother and father to Cholera, his dreams of running a large farm in California were demolished. His lip quivered, "Please! I- Please, you don't wanna do this." He begged.

He gulped as he watched her grip on the revolver tighten, her knuckles turning white, wondering why she hadn't pulled the trigger on him yet. Maybe it was the fear in his brown eyes or the quivering of his lip as she had wrestled him in the snow as they were in a region called the Grizzlies. His eyes darted to the small ridge behind the two, seeing his scouting partner taking a perch to get a good shot at her. He knew he was in trouble, but he could not see another person get killed. "Run!" He shouted at her, preparing himself to feel a bullet penetrate his torso, but flinched when the sound of gunpowder did not come from her, but from his partner.

He missed.

Minnie shuttered as she pursed her lips, "You're one lucky bastard." She seethed as she quickly unloaded his revolver before throwing it back onto his lap, selfishly taking his bullets for her own. His breath hitched as he fell back in the snow, trying to relax his breathing as Colm himself couldn't have come close to being as terrifying as Minnie Barlow. He rose his head at the sound of heavy boots thrusting through the snow, seeing his partner lunging at him, pinning him deeper into the snow. "You goddamn idiot! Why'd you tell her to run?! Huh? Why?!" He questioned, his palms gripping tightly around his throat.

"I-I don't know Phil!" He pleaded.

Phil huffed and let Kieran's torso thud back into the snow onto his back, not wanting to demand answers from him. "We're wanted men, Mister Duffy. Do you not know who that woman was?" He scoffed.

"N-No..."

"I'll tell you when we get back. C'mon, some of our boys found a cabin up in the mountains a couple of days ago. It's warm and dry - better than that piece of shit camp we're at now. And with that storm comin', we need to get movin'." He warned as he gestured at the sky, seeing the winter clouds brewing a dark blue, a screeching wind yearning with a haunting gentle hush sweeping the landscape.

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"Abigail says he's dyin', Dutch!" Orville Swanson said as his arms were crossed over his torso, trudging through the snow to keep in sync with the wagon as the new storm had swept over the caravan. "We'll have to stop some place!" He pleaded as his old mind continued to worry about young Davey Callander, who had been shot.

"Okay. Arthur's out looking. I sent him up ahead!" Dutch van der Linde assured the old man. Orville nodded as he trudged back towards the back of the wagon, quickly jumping on to tend the wounded with Abigail.

"If we don't stop soon, we'll all be dying," Hosea Matthews added. "This weather, it's May... I'm just hopin' the law got as lost as we did." He sighed, looking ahead, his eyes squinting to protect themselves from the darting snow.

"There!" Dutch pointed at the silhouette appearing yards ahead of the caravan. "Arthur! Any luck?"

Arthur Morgan looked up from atop an appaloosa mare, the brim of his hat shielding him from the snow and wind, "I found a place where we can get some shelter!" He croaked. "Let Davey rest while he... you know." He sighed as he remembered the almost fatal gunshot Davey had received during the robbery in Blackwater, a city a couple of states away in which led the gang to flee into the mountains of Ambarino. "An old mining town, abandoned, it ain't far."

Desperate, cold, and surviving souls huddled together as they entered the old cabin, Davey's stiff and cold body being displayed on a table as Abigail examined him for the final time. "Davey's dead." Abigail frowned as her son, Jack, reached for her skirt, clutching it tightly as he too was looking for warmth.

"There was nothing more you could've done," Orville assured her as her frown glowed in the dim light provided by the lantern.

"What're we gonna do? We need supplies." Hosea whispered to Dutch while Arthur stood stoutly behind the old man, shaking his hands before putting them up to his mouth in an attempt to generate heat.

"Well, first of all, you're gonna stay here and you're gonna get yourself warm. Now, I sent John and Micah scouting out ahead. Arthur and I, we're gonna ride out and see if we can find one of 'em."

"In this?" Arthur asked, desperately not wanting to return to the piercing wind.

"Just for a short bit. I don't see what other choice we have," Dutch replied before turning his attention to the peering souls gathered together, looking to him as their leader for guidance in this time of need. "Listen, listen to me all of you, for a moment. Now we've had a bad couple of days. I loved Davey, Jenny, Sean, Mac - they may be okay. We don't know. But we lost some folks. Now, if I could throw myself in the ground in their stead, I'd do it. Gladly, but, we are gonna ride out and we are gonna find some food. Everybody, we're safe now. There ain't nobody followin' us through a storm like this one and by the time they get here, well we're gonna be -we're gonna be long gone. We've been through worse than this before. Mister Pearson, Miss Grimshaw, I need you to turn this place into a camp. We may be here for a few days. Now all of you, all of you, get yourselves warm. Stay strong. Stay with me! We ain't done yet! C'mon, Arthur."

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"I thought you said this was an abandoned cabin, Phil?" Kieran asked hesitantly over the obnoxiously loud violin tunes being played by one of the other gang members, Billy, if he had remembered correctly. In fact, all that he could remember of Billy was that he was about as dumb as a billy goat, although almost all of the O'Driscoll boys fit the description.

"It is," One of the gang members replied, propping his feet on the table and clutching a whiskey bottle in his hand. "After we killed the bastard who lived here. We're savin' his wife in the cellar for later." He snickered.

Kieran curled his lip in disgust, "I wasn't askin' you, Billy," Kieran had been wondering to himself as to why he decided to fall in with the O'Driscolls in the first place, knowing that maybe, just maybe, all gangs didn't find pleasure in killing a woman's husband just for the hell of it and storing her in the cellar, robbing elderly folks, doctors, and teachers. He bowed his head in shame, whispering a prayer to himself for his sins to be forgiven. "Who was that woman you were supposed to tell me about?" He asked hesitantly.

"Minnie Barlow is her name. She's wanted in five states that we know of. She ran her own gang a few years back but has been runnin' alone for quite a while by what we know. Colm has a likin' towards her after she threatened his life back in Valentine." Phil explained.

"Why would Colm like that?"

"I'm not sure. I guess he likes women to have a fightin' side to 'em," Phil chuckled. "He tells us to keep an eye out for her when we're not workin'. He wants her bad. I could've gotten her if you didn't tell her to run!" Phil hissed.

"When are we gettin' out of here?" Kieran asked, desperately wanting to avoid the subject of Minnie Barlow.

"You sure do got a lot of questions!" Another gang member hissed in annoyance. "Will you shut up?"

"We're still wonderin' why Colm picked you up-" Phil replied with haste. "Maybe it's because you're the only bastard who takes care of our horses so we don't have to do it."

Kieran gulped and bowed his head, wishing that he was around horses at that moment rather than taking rude remarks from fellow gang members. 'I wonder what'll happen if I just ran away?' He thought to himself.

"Be easy on him, Phil, I'll go tend to the horses out in the barn."

"Hurry up! It's about time to get the girl!" Phil reminded before glaring over at Kieran. "You won't get a turn."

"Didn't want one." He replied.

Just as the thought Phil was having by going to waste the whiskey by bashing the bottle on Kieran's head, all of their heads shot up after hearing an unfamiliar voice outside begging for help. "D-do people just get lost out here?" Kieran asked hesitantly, praying it wasn't another gunfight brewing.

"Hello?" Dutch asked, clutching his coat as he held up a lantern, standing stationary in the knee-high snow.

"Shut up, Billy! Shh, shh, shh!" One of the gang members hushed as he pushed Billy, stopping his playing hastily.

"Excuse me? Hello!" Dutch continued. "Oh well, hello friend."

"What you want?"

"I am very sorry to disturb you. Uh, my friends and I, well we got into some... trouble up the way. Lost in the storm. Ah, gentleman!" Dutch said as Phil and Billy were now descending the three steps of the porch, Billy holding a lantern up to see Dutch's face.

"We can't help you, Mister," Billy warned.

"I got folks dyin' on the trail, I-" Dutch pleaded.

"Aw, folks!" Phil mocked with a chuckle.

"I-I just need cans of food or somethin', please!"

"I think you should go now, buddy!" Phil suggested.

"Now, friend, I ain't asking for much. Please, I am kinda desperate."

"Wait a minute!" Phil interjected, taking Billy's lantern to hold the light for himself to confirm his suspicion. "You're Dutch van-"

Gunsmoke filled the winter air, bullets lodging into the softwood of the cabin. Kieran ducked from any nearby windows as he gathered a can of corn and a tin of biscuits before making his way out of the cabin from the rear. "I ain't gettin' myself shot over some disagreement!" He hissed to himself as he made his way to the cellar to offer freedom to the woman they were holding hostage. "Ma'am, you wanna come with me? Someone is shootin' up the place and we need to leave!" Kieran explained.

"No!" She seethed, backing away from him. "I'm not leaving him!"

"Leaving who?"

"My husband! They killed my husband!" She cried.

"Miss, I-I'm sorry about your husband, but they were gonna do bad things to you. You need to get out of here." Kieran warned, slowly inching towards her.

"Nothing they can do to me will ever amount to the hurt they caused by killing my Jake. Go! Leave me alone, O'Driscoll!" She hissed before lunging at him, smacking him relentlessly as he backed away from her. She reminded him of a rattler, coiling up and lunging as she did, but he tried to understand her situation as her love for her husband was far stronger than what the O'Driscoll gang was going to do to her. Kieran simply nodded before making an exit through the back of the cabin, thrusting his legs through the knee-high snow, clutching the small sack of food he packed in fear of losing it, remembering the way to the main camp was just over the ridge.

"We've got a runner! You see him, Arthur?" He heard a man shout from a few yards away.

Kieran's breath hitched as he heard another shot go off, hearing the whistle of a bullet past him, hitting a rock nearby.

"Can't ya get 'em, Morgan? Losin' your eyesight?" A man who had been pairing with them mocked.

"Shut your goddamn mouth. He got too far!"

Kieran continued to run, forcing his legs to carry him farther, his heart thudding against his chest. "I need to get back to camp!" He encouraged himself. As much as he hated to think it, he needed to get back to Colm. At least his camp was safer than being out in the exposing elements with only a can of corn and a tin of biscuits.

"Goddamn O'Driscoll boys here? Why?" Dutch questioned as he and Arthur regrouped, followed by his newest gang member, Micah Bell.

"I don't know, maybe the same reason as us," Micah replied.

"Micah, go bring the horses closer to the house!" Dutch commanded as he and Arthur made their way up onto the porch of the cabin, searching the corpses for any valuables. "Arthur, let's go search the cabin."

"Smells like a party in here," Arthur said as he sighed in relief to get out of the piercing cold.

"Turn the place upside down. Grab as many supplies as you can. We need the essentials: food, medicine... whiskey!" Dutch chuckled.

"Looks like the poor bastard was married too, at some point," Arthur sighed as he looked at the photo on the hearth, flipping it over to see the names of the couple:

"If we can't eat it or drink it, put it down," Dutch replied.

Arthur continued to search the cabin, looking in every drawer and opening every cabinet, taking every canned good he could fit into his satchel, eating a biscuit out of a tin that was on the main table as he read a newspaper clipping of a fellow outlaw: Minnie Barlow.

"Looks like Miss Barlow is a ghost. Rumors of her bein' seen robbin' trains around here!" Arthur chuckled as he read the article, detailing a robbery performed a few days prior to their own robbery in Blackwater.

"What did this said Miss Barlow do this time?" Dutch asked as he searched the medicine cabinet before grabbing a blanket.

"Robbed a train out towards Rhodes with government payroll. Looks like it was heading towards Annesburg for the Army." Arthur explained.

Dutch chuckled, "You know, I've never even met the woman and she did robberies by herself and we're over here gettin' a band of fools to rob one!" He teased.

"Well, why don't you just find the woman and replace all of us then?" Arthur retorted, amused, and also offended.

"I would never do such a thing, son," Dutch assured. "Besides, I heard she was killed anyway."

"Whatchu mean?"

"By what I've read, she used to be a government official about a few years ago. She tried going after Leviticus Cornwall a while back trying to make her way in as an attorney, but they wouldn't hire women, so she just went in guns blazing and stole a couple of bonds."

"Damn! When was this?" Arthur asked.

"A couple of years ago I guess before she got killed. Apparently, that's when she went downhill the same time she went after Cornwall. She ran away and made her own gang. A woman like that is scary - workin' for the government like that - knowin' all of their little tricks and then turnin' against it as an outlaw. Nobody can touch her," Dutch explained. "I'll have to get Hosea to tell you all about it. He's obsessed with crime conspiracies."

"Sounds like a plan, then," Arthur replied as he finished his biscuit before continuing to loot the home. His mind kept thinking back to Minnie Barlow, wondering how old she was, what she looked like, and her story. He wanted to sit down and talk to her about her ways and what she's experienced. He was sure she had plenty of experience when it came to gunfights.

"Big ole pool of blood here!" Arthur said as he had accidentally stepped in it.

"I saw," Dutch replied.

"Must've been the poor bastard who lived here. Micah found a dead body in the wagon outside."

"Keep searchin' while I go pack these on the horses," Dutch said as he walked out the front door.

"Sure," Arthur replied as he searched the chest at the foot of the bed before grabbing the newspaper clipping he had been reading to take with him, hoping there was more to the story than what he had already read. He put the clipping in his pocket before walking back into the piercing cold, clutching the collar of his coat closer to his face to block the wind.

"Arthur, go see if there's anything in that barn!" Dutch commanded as he was strapping down a blanket that had wrapped some provisions on the back of Arthur's horse. "Micah, you search the cabin, see what we missed."

"Sure," Arthur croaked as he thrust his way through the snow and to the barn, only to be distracted by the distressed whinnies of a horse before being ambushed from behind by one of the men who was holding up the cabin.

"You bastards shot my cousin!" The man hissed as Arthur had easily thrown the man off of him.

"Well, he started it!" Arthur argued as he scrambled to his feet.

"I'm gonna break your neck!" He threatened.

"Whatever you say!" Arthur replied as he balled his fists before impact. The man tried desperately to hit Arthur, but Arthur was far too experienced in fighting compared to him. Within a minute, Arthur had the man pinned to the ground with his throat clutched by Arthur's strong grip while his other fist was balled.

"What's goin' on?" Dutch asked as he rushed to the scene after hearing the commotion.

"This guy just jumped me!" Arthur grunted.

"Oh, did he now?"

"Sneaky little bastard! Should I kill him?" Arthur asked.

"No, not yet. Find out what they're doing here and where Colm is." Dutch commanded.

"Oh, this son of a bitch'll talk!" Arthur grunted as he threw a punch to the man's temple. "Where's Colm O'Driscoll?" Arthur interrogated.

"With the others at an old mining camp southwest of here, near the lake." He choked.

"What're you bastards doin'?" Arthur continued. "Why are you up here?"

"We're fixing to rob some train, gonna blow the tracks. I don't know more than that, I swear!"

The silent tension between the two was broken by Dutch's sinister chuckle, "Well, it looks like you have this, Arthur. Do what you want with him, I don't care. But bring that horse when you're done!" Dutch said as he walked away. Arthur smirked as he continued to beat the man, knocking him out cold. "You bastard, you got blood on my knuckles!" He chuckled as he shook the numbness from his fist as he made his way over to the horse, who had been spooked by the commotion. As he made his way into the stall, he took note of the patches of white on the horse's coat. "Mahogany Bay," He whispered to himself as he patted the horse's thick neck. "Good boy, it's okay." He assured the animal as he pulled out an oatcake from his satchel, feeding it to the stallion before flipping the reins over the horse's ears to lead him.

"Is that bastard still in there?" Dutch asked through the whistling snow.

"He's dealt with," Arthur replied.

"Good! That looks like a decent horse! You should keep him! Tie him up over there so he doesn't spook."

"Get away from me!" A feminine shout echoed from the cabin.

"What was that?" Arthur asked as he and Dutch looked at the cabin where the noises were coming from.

"Micah! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dutch intervened.

"Oh, look what I found in the cellar!" Micah teased as he tried to touch the young woman, seeing that it fumed Dutch and Arthur as they never would do such a thing.

"Wild thing ain't you?" Micah mocked as she was now throwing things at the man as he continued to mock and poke at her.

"Leave her alone!" Dutch protested.

"I wasn't doin' nothin'!" Micah argued as he ducked from a thrown object. "She's one of those O'Driscoll's!"

"No she ain't, Micah look at her!" Dutch protested. "Miss, Miss, are you-" He explained, but was soon interrupted by Micah lunging at the woman, flipping the table over and sending the lit lantern to the dry wood floor. "Oh, you fool, Micah!" Dutch scolded as he and Arthur shoved him out of the way.

"Miss, now it's gonna be okay. We mean you no harm," He soothed as he approached her slowly, taking note of the large knife she gripped in her hand. She hitched her breath before weakly lunging at Dutch, but not aiming the knife at him. His gentle touch to her upper arm stopped her, bringing her back to reality. A gentle touch that she hadn't felt in so long. She had almost craved more after being so roughly handled. "Miss, Miss! C'mon, it'll be okay. We need to get outta here and quick!" Dutch said as he gently led her to the front door of the cabin, Arthur following closely behind. "Come on, now." He whispered.

"You okay, Miss?" Dutch asked as they were now outside, draping a spare blanket over her pale shoulders.

"They came three days ago and my husband they, they..." She sobbed, clutching the blanket tighter.

"Okay, Miss. You are safe now and you can't stay here. You come with us. Arthur," He said as he handed the lantern to him.

"Miss, it's okay, alright? We're bad men, but we ain't them, so... It's okay," He soothed her as he led her to the other side of Dutch's horse, effortlessly lifting her up onto the horse's hindquarters. "We'll keep you safe until you figure out what you wanna do." He said as he trudged his way to his new horse.

"What's your name, Miss?" Dutch asked as he, Arthur, and Micah rode away from the engulfing inferno of her former home. "Miss?" He reminded.

"Adler," She replied.

"Adler?" Dutch said.

"Sadie Adler. Missus...I...He... He was my husband!" She croaked, still in shock that he was now deceased. She clutched onto Dutch's coat, looking back to see the top of her husband's head peering out from the sheet he was under on the old wagon, whispering a last 'I love you' to him before the image of him faded away by the density of her tears.

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"How'd you get on?" Hosea asked as he met Dutch, Arthur, and Micah as they rode up to the new camp.

"Micah found a homestead, but he weren't the first. Colm O'Driscoll and his scum, they beat us to it. We found some of them there, but there is more about apparently scouting a train." Dutch explained as he dismounted his horse. "Thank you." He nodded to Charles Smith as he held the reins of Dutch's horse to keep the stallion steady.

"That's the last thing we need right now, Dutch," Hosea warned.

"Well, it is what it is, but we found some supplies, some blankets, a little bit of food, and this poor soul, Missus Adler," Dutch said as almost every member of the camp was swarmed around them. Sadie clutched her blanket draped over her shoulders, her teeth chattering. She was scared, but she felt safer in this band of strangers than the ones who had intruded on her home. "Miss Tilly, Miss Karen, would you warm her up? Give her a drink of something? And Missus Adler, it's gonna be okay! You're safe now! " Dutch reminded as Karen and Tilly led her to the cabin where the women slept. "They turned her into a widow... animals!" He said as his lover, Molly O'Shea, clung to him as she held the lantern. "I need some rest. I haven't slept in three days." He sighed.

"You're over here," Susan Grimshaw said, pointing towards the cabin she had prepared for him, Hosea, and Arthur. "Miss O'Shea will show you the way. Mr. Morgan, we put you in a room over here." She explained.

"Thank you, Miss Grimshaw!" Arthur groaned as he forced himself to walk through the snow, the harsh wind hitting him directly in the face.

"Mister Bell, you're with the fellers over there."

"How come Arthur gets a room and I get a bunk bed next to Bill Williamson and a bunch of darkies?" Micah protested, his racism sitting at the hilt of his tongue like venom.

"Get yourself to bed!" Hosea demanded, not putting up with any tension in the camp between members.

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Wrapped in Love

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Proverbs 3:6 In all your ways, submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Luke 2:7 And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger because there was no place for them in the inn.

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM STRONG

I AM FEARLESS

I AM COURAGEOUS

I AM LISTENING

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READ TIME: 9 Minutes & 6 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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So, we can debate when Jesus was born and fuss about whether Christmas isn’t his birthday, but today, we are focusing on Jesus and his birth; his birth was incredible, and how he came into this world was amazing. God used a virgin to bring his son into the world, someone that was pure for a pure human being; Jesus was confirmed through different verses in the Bible that he was coming to the world.

• Isaiah 9:6 For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

•Jeremiah 23:5: “Behold, the days are coming, declares the Lord, when I will raise for David a righteous Branch, and he shall reign as king and deal wisely and shall execute justice and righteousness in the land

•Hosea 11:1 When Israel was a child, I loved him, and out of Egypt I called my son

Jesus came here for the sinner, when he was born his birth was done not with royal linen or gold everywhere he was simply born in a manger. “Luke 2:7 And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger because there was no place for them in the inn.

A lot of us need all these things before we do anything, but not Jesus; he just needed a place to enter, and he did. and as he grew, he grew to do his father's work even as a child, his parents lost him one day because he wanted to teach. He told his mother I was about my father's business; he knew then what his calling was.

Luke 2:49-50 And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me? wist ye not that I must be about my Father's business?

And they understood not the saying which he spake unto them.

Do you know your calling? Do you know that Jesus called us all to do something? My calling might not look like yours, but we all are called to do something amazing in his name. Jesus knew what he must do; you see that he must be about his father’s business, which means he must teach and save the world; a lot of us don’t want to do his will; we don’t want to do the calling he has placed on us because we feel we can’t do it, but when God placed a calling on us he will give us the strength and power to do it, our power is finite, but he is infinite.

Verse 52: Jesus grew in wisdom and stature and favor with God and all the people.

His wisdom grew as he grew, and many people were astonished by what he knew because he grew up locally in the town, and some saw him as just Jesus, the carpenter’s boy.

Matthew 13:55;57 Then they scoffed, “He’s just the carpenter’s son, and we know Mary, his mother, and his brothers—James, Joseph, Simon, and Judas. (57) They were deeply offended and refused to believe in him.

As he was here, many people refused to listen to him; they were offended he was even teaching; they felt he couldn’t be the Messiah because he was the son of a carpenter. No matter where you come from or your past sins, God wants to use you; a lot of people don’t understand our journey, a lot of people don’t understand the passion you have for the love of God, but that’s okay what’s the most important thing is God, not our emotions leading us.

John 15:6 If you do not remain in me, you are like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire, and burned

This week, we learned about our connection with God and how we must continue to have a stable connection with God and how to do this, we must pray and read our word; a lot of us don’t want to go through this and put the time in with God, we want all the blessing, but not the blesser we want all the gift but no studying and God wants us to always be in our word.

James 1:12 Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.

When we start to study and allow God to use us, we will be attacked, but we shouldn’t be surprised because of what Jesus went through. Jesus had people who were cruel to him, but he still pushed forward through the words and mistreatment, and we must do the same.

Psalm 62:5 For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.”

While we are going through it, we must know we aren’t alone; it might feel like it , but we aren’t. God wants us always to know we are never alone and that we can wait on him! I can be in the worst place in my life, and I know he understands me, and I know that he won’t allow me to endure by myself.

Joseph endured so much, but the lord was with him every step of the way. God made sure he had favor even with people around him; when we allow God to use us and we walk in him, he will make our enemies our footstool; a lot of us won’t wait for God to move; we do it ourselves, and we should always wait on God in our hard time.

Psalm 56:3 When I am afraid, I put my trust in you.

Fear can make us feel like we are all alone, but fear is a tactic the enemy uses to keep us stagnant in the plan of God; sometimes, we can think we are moving, but we aren’t because we have allowed fear to take over sure plenty of people in the Bible, we’re afraid. Still, they didn’t let their fears stop them from doing the will of God. We must stop allowing fear to run our lives and start letting God control what’s happening in our lives; when we let God conquer our fears, we can better handle what’s happening around us.

*** Today, we reviewed what we learned this week about the birth of Jesus. Jesus was born in a manger. A lot of us wouldn’t set foot in a manger, but he did; he was born there, the lord wanted when he came into this world that it be simple, and it was, he could’ve came into this world draped in gold, and in the best place to stay in but that would’ve taken away from the beauty of who he is and why he came here.

As he got older, he started to do what he was called to do, and many of us know our calling, but because it’s not what we want, we refuse to do it. God has called us all to do something in our lives, whether to preach, teach, or be an usher; whatever it is, we must do it for his glory.

We might be fearful of what that is and fearful of doing it, but whatever he’s given to us, we can do it in his strength, not our own. We do it in him and for him; that’s why we must ask for a fresh anointing to go into the world and teach about him every day. We all have been afraid, but we can all conquer it if we keep our hand in his hand. If you feel that you have allowed fear to take over or have a calling on your life that you haven’t started, go and talk to God today, and he will extinguish all your fears and point you in the right direction. ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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Heavenly Father, thank you for today, thank you for giving us , health, and strength. Lord, we need you so severely we ask you to be with us and help us to understand that you can conquer anything that comes our way; Lord, we ask you to give us a fresh anointing so that we may teach the way you want us to teach preached the way you want to preach we do everything in your will. We can’t do it alone. We ask you right now to cover us in your blood, help us to apply this lesson to our lives, and help us to be more like you in Jesus' name, amen.

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+ Deuteronomy 31:6 Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you

+ Psalm 34:4 I sought the Lord, and he answered me and delivered me from all my fears

+ Luke. 2:7 And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger because there was no place for them in the inn.

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