Her fingers are tingling. Although that could be from lack of circulation from holding them up for so long, she's not sure. She can sense Regina move closer, a current in the air or perhaps in the magic that hums through her body. Emma thinks of Henry, lying hurt and in pain on the couch, and she feels helpless. Like a failure. Her concentration wavers. And then she finds a memory. It's of Henry, smiling at her in joy. She doesn't remember the occasion, just remembers his wide smile, his sparkling eyes.
She remembers the feel of his small, strong arms wrapped around her body. She remembers how he looks when he's happy. And she remembers how he looks when he's sleeping, his face round and innocent. Through her closed eyes she's suddenly aware of a bright light, and when she opens her eyes the shining whiteness is still there, glowing, surrounding her hands.
She closes the distance, drops down behind Emma and rests both her hands on Emma's shoulders. The reaction is instantaneous. A flush of warmth floods Emma's body. Her cheeks and ears are burning, and wetness pools between her legs. The white light flares bright, and then it shifts somehow, changing color to a warm, purplish-pink. Emma squints her eyes against the brightness, struggling to keep them open, to watch. She brings her glowing hands to rest gently on Henry's body.
She feels the love flowing through her, both her own love and also Regina's love. Who could have imagine that such a pure love could exist in such a damaged woman? Bones and flesh knit beneath her fingers. She knows very little about anatomy, but she can feel the hurt fading, being replaced by healthy cells. By flowing blood, by a whole body. Henry is tucked in bed, hopefully sound asleep. Emma leans on the island in Regina's kitchen, a place that's now becoming increasingly familiar to her.
And increasingly comfortable. Regina is pouring two cups of tea from a teapot. The scent of licorice and spices fills the kitchen and Emma sighs with contentment.
They chat quietly about benign things. About the fact that Henry needs new school pants. About the havoc wreaked by the windstorm. Emma confesses, somewhat sheepishly, about her stacks of incomplete forms, and Regina waves them off as unnecessary paperwork. Regina finishes pouring them each their second mug of tea and sets the teapot back down on the counter. She has a little hat for the teapot, something Emma has just learned is called a tea cozy.
To keep the tea warm. Regina tucks the knitted tea cozy over the pot and then slides one of the mugs back down the island counter top towards her. The dark-haired woman's actions are relaxed, loose and casual. Her hair is down, escaped from the pony tail and it hangs casually about her face.
There's a strand covering her eyes and Emma fights back an impulse to reach out and tuck those dark locks gently behind a perfect ear. I would have thought he'd have more initiative than he showed today. Then she asks, somewhat tentatively, "Where did you learn? I used to be able to, anyways. I was quite good at it, although it wasn't one of the skills I used the most often Emma wonders if she feels regret that her powers were used to harm more than help, or if she's simply tired after an adrenaline-filled day.
After a few moments Emma speaks quietly into the comfortable silence. Why not now? Once I was a queen, I didn't have time to wait for my body to coalesce naturally. Regina draws her mug of tea close, wrapping her elegant fingers around its warmth. I've fallen a few times. Jeremiah Withhold thy foot from being unshod, and thy throat from thirst: but thou saidst, There is no hope: no; for I have loved strangers, and after them will I go.
Jeremiah And they said, There is no hope: but we will walk after our own devices, and we will every one do the imagination of his evil heart. Jeremiah I spake unto thee in thy prosperity; but thou saidst, I will not hear. This hath been thy manner from thy youth, that thou obeyedst not my voice. New International Version This is what the LORD says: "Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.
But you said, 'We will not walk in it. Ask for the old, godly way, and walk in it. Travel its path, and you will find rest for your souls. But they said, 'We will not walk in it. Ask about the ancient paths, "Which is the way to what is good? But they protested, "We won't! Ask for the ancient paths and where the best road is.
Walk in it, and you will live in peace. The crooked ways shall be made straight, and the rough ways smooth. Berean Literal Bible Every valley will be filled, and every mountain and hill will be made low; and the crooked will become into straight, and the rough ways into smooth.
Straighten the crooked paths and smooth out the rough roads. Good News Translation Every valley must be filled up, every hill and mountain leveled off. The winding roads must be made straight, and the rough paths made smooth. Holman Christian Standard Bible Every valley will be filled, and every mountain and hill will be made low; the crooked will become straight, the rough ways smooth, International Standard Version Every valley will be filled, and every mountain and hill will be leveled.
The crooked ways will be made straight, and the rough roads will be made smooth. Contemporary English Version They are dishonest themselves, and so are all their deeds. Good News Translation unreliable people who cannot be trusted.
Holman Christian Standard Bible whose paths are crooked, and whose ways are devious. International Standard Version whose paths are crooked and who are devious in their ways, NET Bible whose paths are morally crooked, and who are devious in their ways; New Heart English Bible who are crooked in their ways, and wayward in their paths: A Faithful Version Whose ways are crooked, and are devious in their paths; Aramaic Bible in Plain English Their ways are perverted and their paths are crooked.
During the spring, that road could be both uneven and partly difficult to drive, so it feels liberating to get onto the E-6, a genuine highway. But a few Swedes will probably debate that the E-6 in Norway is not a real highway and the Germans will most likely just smile at what we call a highway. No travelers will get lost, and the way has already taken us all the way into the Holy of Holies. And in His body by death, He has presented us holy and irreproachable and perfect to Himself.
This message is totally different from the traditional message. We have almost preached the opposite of the perfect work of Jesus. Even the fool will not get lost. This is not just for a few chosen anymore. People must hear about this reconciliation; therefore, we have the gift of reconciliation. Because of the reconciliation, people can now receive and make use of His favor and benevolence and be restored to have His benevolence and grace.
Whoever is willing can come and have the water of life for free! Therefore, Jesus has not yet returned. God wants the door of salvation still to stay open.Verse 5. - Every valley shall be filled, and every mountain and hill shall be brought low; and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough ways shall be made kasupptomalecga.erecriconfutaravareclaconna.co and other commentators suggest, though they do not press, a particular application to each of the details of the picture. "For instance, the mountains that must be levelled may be referred to the pride of the Pharisees.