Jul 12, 2007 20:15
Mi faith sustains me. I think of all tha' has been taken from us, of all who hae been lost, of all those years when I was forced tae hide mi'self away wi' only God himself for company. I canna think of how I would hae survived all tha' has been asked of me had it not been for mi faith.
It shames me tae hae tae hide mi faith, but like sae much of mi life I donnae hae a choice. It's hard tae imagine tha' they could fear sae much those verra things tha' were the foundations for who we were. E'en before Culloden the English sought tae make Catholicism illegal, and in those years after things would only get worse as they outlawed too our bearin' of weapons and the wearin' of our Clan tartans. If only they had realized tha' it wasna just the things tha' made us who we are, we're born tae it, it's in our blood from the moment we take our first breath and it doesna leave us until we take our last.
I donnae need their symbols tae remind me of who or what I am, and I only need open mi eyes tae bear witness of the strength of mi faith. I donnae know either wha' plan God has for me, I only know tha' it has yet to reveal itself tae me for he has had more than a few chances tae see me on mi way to him and still he keeps me here. For tha' I am greatful e'en if I don't always show it.
Muse: Jamie Fraser
Fandom: "Outlander" book series/Misc Books
Words: 272
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