After his parent’s divorce the small child often waited long hours for a promised visit from the father who rarely ever came.
Her grandmother used to say. “Keep on believing in Jesus. He will keep His Promises. Your Heavenly Father is different
After an accident and alone in the hospital this TRUTH became very real. She knew she was not alone.
Her heavenly Father was with her and she spiritually reached out her hand and felt His Hand in hers.
This became her truth and is still being fulfilled.in her life.
THIS SUNDAY blog is to remind us all. He is the only unchanging and eternal TRUTH In our lives if HIS Cross and the remembrance of what He did there remain. It is our personal TRUTH.
I m a wife, mother and grandmother. I have always enjoyed writing even from an early age. My book Beyond the Ashes has been written as a labour of love. All the characters are real to me and their story needed to be told. As a Christian my desire is to write General Fiction stories about real people but Hope and a desire for 'better' will always be part of the journey. I have had several short stories published over the years and moderate success in writing competitions.
I realized as I was thinking today (30/01/15) that perhaps I should add here that I have had life experiences of many valley times but also many mountain top experiences. I can understand and be beside anyone who finds their life in tatters because I have 'been' there. Of course as I have got older as well there have been the added sorrows of losing not only older family members but also one by one finding the dearest of friends and the ones of greatest support and care also dying. On the site of rich mountains has been my certainty of the value of marriage and how grateful I am that after loss and sadness I made a happy and long-lasting marriage commitment. The one who was my best friend back then is still my best friend 45 years later. Beyond the Ashes touches upon the POWER of LOVE when folk can forget about their own personal 'feelings' and reach out in LOVE to a desperate and broken person.
This reminded me of a country song called “The Little Girl” by John Michael Montgomery. These are the lyrics:
Her parents never took the young girl to church Never spoke of His name, never read her His word Two non-believers walking lost in this world Took their baby with them, what a sad little girl
Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs Never wanted to play or give kisses and hugs She’d watch the TV and sit there on the couch While her mom fell asleep and her daddy went out
And the drinking and the fighting Just got worse every night Behind their couch she’d be hiding Oh what a sad little life!
And like it always does, the bad just got worse With every slap and every curse Until her daddy in a drunk rage one night Used a gun on her mom and then took his life
And some people from the city Took the girl far away To a new mom and a new dad Kisses and hugs everyday
Her first day of Sunday school the teacher walked in And a small little girl stared at a picture of Him She said, “I know that Man up there on that cross I don’t know His name, but I know He got off”
‘Cause He was there in my old house And held me close to His side As I hid there behind our couch The night that my parents died
PASSIONATE CREATIVE CHRISTIAN 
This reminded me of a country song called “The Little Girl” by John Michael Montgomery. These are the lyrics:
Her parents never took the young girl to church
Never spoke of His name, never read her His word
Two non-believers walking lost in this world
Took their baby with them, what a sad little girl
Her daddy drank all day and mommy did drugs
Never wanted to play or give kisses and hugs
She’d watch the TV and sit there on the couch
While her mom fell asleep and her daddy went out
And the drinking and the fighting
Just got worse every night
Behind their couch she’d be hiding
Oh what a sad little life!
And like it always does, the bad just got worse
With every slap and every curse
Until her daddy in a drunk rage one night
Used a gun on her mom and then took his life
And some people from the city
Took the girl far away
To a new mom and a new dad
Kisses and hugs everyday
Her first day of Sunday school the teacher walked in
And a small little girl stared at a picture of Him
She said, “I know that Man up there on that cross
I don’t know His name, but I know He got off”
‘Cause He was there in my old house
And held me close to His side
As I hid there behind our couch
The night that my parents died
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Dear Anna,
Thank you for your comment. Blessings in abundance to you from Him on High.
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What a profound post, Faye. Thank you for posting this truth for all of us to remember.
Blessings and prayers, dear friend~🙏
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