A story of Christian love
and friendship.
Caroline Wallace’s
cocky husband took their savings and
left. Will he return as her children insist?
Is she strong enough to stand on her own?
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I have always been puzzled why the male of our species seemingly feels that they know best for the other half of the species.
Does a man have to change sanitary napkins or use tampons for three days to a week each month? Perhaps to understand the physical part of being a woman, every man should have to put tampons in their body for one week each month for one year. I’m sure after just one year they would have a greater understanding of a woman’s menstrual cycle
How does a man know the sorrow of a woman getting her period when she wants desperately to be pregnant?
What about the woman, who gets pregnant when she doesn’t want to be?
Does the man who got her pregnant throw up every morning for a month or more, or have to carry and bend over an extra twenty pounds in front of him for three or four months?
Is it to men to decide if a woman must have a baby, whether or not she will be able to care for him or her.
Not in my book. I speak from experience. My first pregnancy ended late in the ninth month with a still birth. Two years later I praised God when I gave birth to my son, who was healthy but required to have a blood change in his first five hours of life. A few years later I miscarried. Then once again I carried a baby for nine months. I gave birth to a dead baby. My husband agreed that another pregnancy would do great mental and emotional damage to our family.
We happily adopted our daughter two years later. We were never sorry, only thankful.
Is it too late to come up with New Year’s Resolutions?
Have two.
One, I will blog more consistently. So I’m already behind here. How about twice a month, rather than once a week? Perhaps I can do this. I will try. Sometimes, probably usually, it’s just that I don’t open a new document and type an idea that’s been floating around in my brain.
Two, I will get my manuscripts out to agents and editors. I find this more difficult than writing the story to begin with. I don’t mind editing and rewriting. I see my manuscripts and writing improving as I do them. But preparing that query, synopsis, cover letter? Those are very difficult.
TODAY
As I contemplated what I’d do today, I studied the photo of my great grandfather Van Steenberg that hangs in my bedroom. He was born in 1849. His great great grandfather Van Steenbergen was born in New York in 1704. How different were their lives than mine. How different my great grandchildren’s lives will be. Each generation has its own tale of modernity.
My great grandfather traveled mainly by horse and buggy, although cars were popular when he died in 1935. In my lifetime local travel has always been driven vehicles and planes for long distance. Now driverless vehicles are new.
Who knows what local travel will be for my great grandchildren. I have long dreamed of travel on a highway in a vehicle that would be primarily on a highway to take you from place to place while as a passenger I read, talk, play a game or nap. Then at my destination, my vehicle would be exited on a ramp where I would take control to go to a particular address. All of this technology is available now. Then again travel might be something yet undreamed.
Is it too late to come up with New Year’s Resolutions?
Have two.
One, I will blog more consistently. So I’m already behind here. How about twice a month, rather than once a week? Perhaps I can do this. I will try. Sometimes, probably usually, it’s just that I don’t open a new document and type an idea that’s been floating around in my brain.
Two, I will get my manuscripts out to agents and editors. I find this more difficult than writing the story to begin with. I don’t mind editing and rewriting. I see my manuscripts and writing improving as I do them. But preparing that query, synopsis, cover letter? Those are very difficult.
TODAY
As I contemplated what I’d do today, I studied the photo of my great grandfather Van Steenbergh that hangs in my bedroom. He was born in 1849. His great great grandfather Van Steenberghen was born in New York in 1704. How different were their lives than mine. How different my great grandchildren’s lives will be. Each generation has its own tale of modernity.
My great grandfather traveled mainly by horse and buggy, although cars were popular when he died in 1935. In my lifetime local travel has always been driven vehicles and planes for long distance. Now driverless vehicles are new.
Who knows what local travel will be for my great grandchildren. I have long dreamed of travel on a highway in a vehicle that would be primarily on a highway to take you from place to place while as a passenger I read, talk, play a game or nap. Then at my destination, my vehicle would be exited on a ramp where I would take control to go to a particular address. All of this technology is available now. Then again travel might be something yet undreamed.
Today I sat in my warm living room and drank my coffee. Outside the s
now had started coming down. My weather radio warned drivers of slippery roads and blowing snow. It also warned of very low temperatures for tomorrow morning that could give frostbite to exposed skin in just ten minutes.
Twice during the day, I put on boots, coat, hat, and mittens. On my small back porch I scraped off the snow, so I could have egress from that end of my house. The front has a large covered porch and is easily accessible.
I contemplated how I would feel if I could not leave my home. How would the warnings and snow make me feel?
Would I simply feel alone or would I feel isolated?
Feeling isolated could be frightening. What could I do to negate the feeling?
I could have turned on the TV and let newscasters or entertainers keep me company. Other than checking on the weather station a couple of times, I didn’t do that.
I decided I needed exercise. I hate doing exercises. So I sat down at the piano and played music I knew and some that I didn’t. I need to practice more.
Finally, I decided I needed another world to inhabit temporarily. How could I do that? Choose a book and read. I chose not a great book that I couldn’t put down, but one that answered the temporary need.
So, if you are feeling alone or isolated these are my suggestions.
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