I am Noah. I am stuck on this boat with my children and these animals and my wife, don;t eve get me started, One year of this and might I say I'm ready to be done. Is it over yet?
What I wouldn't do to stare at leaves or rocks rather than the knots in this wooden ship. One year. God, is it time?
The smell is unbearable and the conversation bland, what I wouldn't give to be raking leave or tilling the ground or just breathing in the smell of Springtime soil. What about now?
I'd give anything to be anywhere but here. You closed the door and I'm waiting on You to leave.
How about now?
Yes?!
Now!
Oh, the lushness of the grass, the beauty of the freshly painted blue sky.
I will worship You for your promises, that You are faithful even after 378 days on that boat. Dry land, real land.
Oh, God, how You are good even when we feel trapped in a wooden box of time and monotony.
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pleased to meet you
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