Noah_Man of God by Tim Chaffey & K. Marie Adams

Author:Tim Chaffey & K. Marie Adams
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC042030, FIC026000
Publisher: New Leaf Publishing Group, Inc.
Published: 2018-05-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

“Love you, too. I’ll see you at midmeal.” Noah pulled away from Emzara, and with a bounce in his step, he exited their tent. Scattered rays of sunlight filtered through the tall gopherwood trees surrounding the encampment. A hint of coolness filled the air, though it would likely dissipate soon.

“Morning peace, Noah.”

Turning at the sound of the gravelly voice, Noah spotted Methuselah still sitting at the entrance of his tent. “Morning peace, Grandfather.”

“Still working on the lifts for the moving platforms?”

“Yes, we’re nearly finished with the second one.”

Methuselah held out a bag toward him. “Would you take this to Shem on your way?”

“Of course.” Noah took the pouch. “What’s in it?”

“Some of his favorite dried fruit and a new scroll I’ve been working on.”

Noah grinned. “Well, the scroll will certainly be delivered, but I can’t promise the fruit will make it.”

“They’d better.”

“I’ll try to restrain myself.” Noah winked before turning to head for the fields. The high-pitched tinging of metal to his left testified to Purlek’s industriousness. Down the tree line past the forge, Garun and Ham walked west toward the ship barn, but Noah veered to the right when he approached the crops. As usual, Japheth and Rayneh worked side by side. Today looked like a weed-pulling day, causing a hint of a smile to form on Noah’s lips. Glad I’m not doing that anymore. Continuing on, he spotted the herd of bleaters grazing on long green grass under Shem’s watchful eye as he sat against the trunk of a nearby tree, braiding three cords together to make rope from the material Elam had given him.

Noah was reminded of days long ago as he strode toward his middle son. Shem bore many similarities to Noah in his youth. They both shared a deep interest in following the Creator, his son’s trait that gave him the most joy. As a young man, Noah could work with others, but he preferred to be alone in his woodshop. The primary difference was that Shem’s independent attitude blended well with his love for animals, an interest he definitely inherited from his mother.

Shem rose to his feet and yawned as Noah arrived. “Morning peace, Father.”

“Morning peace.” Noah hugged his son and then handed him the bag. “This is for you.”

His eyes brightened. “From Great Grandfather?”

Noah nodded.

“Wonderful.” He opened the sack and withdrew a few pieces of dried fruit and popped them into his mouth. “These are so good.”

“How’s the herd?”

Shem nodded as he chewed and swallowed. “They’re fine. No sign of any predators.”

“No grendecs?”

“How would I know, since I’ve never seen one before?”

“If you saw one, you’d know.” Noah grinned. “But if that ever happens, don’t confront it. Just stay out of sight and let it take what it wants. You’re more important than every animal combined.”

“I know. All people are.” Shem tossed a piece of fruit into the air and caught it in his open mouth. He chuckled. “Well, maybe not my little brother.”

Noah raised an eyebrow.

“I’m only joking.” He spit a seed onto the ground.

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