An Angel Photographed over a Church in Brisbane by a Council Worker!!

Time, it Keeps on Ticking By.

I have been regrettably away...
Off line, but I learned a valuable lesson...
Don't overuse your internet credit.
I had no idea that when you download for your kindle, it takes a lot of your usage.  Well, I will never download more than one Kindle a month from now on...  (Amazon have many Free Kindle Books)

My time away from here seemed endless.
Oh course I could have used Ray's computer, and did on occasion.
But it it wouldn't be fair of me to steal my husbands computer time. 

TIME:
I am sure you will all agree..
When you are waiting for something to come, time passes so slowly.
But other times it flies, quickly by.

I read this poem in my Bible college lessons by an unknown author.
It is so appropriate.

 

The Sundial:
The shadow of my finger caste
Divides the future from the past
Before it stands the unknown hour
In darkness and beyond thy power
Behind its unreturning line
The vanished hour, no longer thine
One hour alone, is in thine hands
ONLY THE NOW, on which the shadow stands..

Gods Word Says.
"My times are in Your hands; deliver me from the hands of my foes and those who pursue me and persecute me."  Psalm 31:15 

My Story

Actually my book Shadows of time, is NOT my life story as many seem to think before they discovered otherwise..
Rather, it is the story of a little girl whose parents I once knew.
I have thought much about this child over the years, and wondered if she grew up well.
So my heroin in this book, is my own creation of how I would have liked this child's journey to be.

Its not easy to write a creative story.
Especially when all I had  previously written were academic assignments.

My mother studied journalism in her seventies.. and always wanted to see something of hers in print.
She never realized that dream and felt a disappointing sadness.
So this book in one sense, belongs also to her.
She has been my greatest encourager.
And now she proudly holds my book in her hands, and feels fulfilled through me. 

I know my writing is not that of an acclaimed famous person.
Everyone has to begin somewhere...
It does hold a tale of love, secrecy, mystery, encouragement and inspiration all set in an Australian landscape.

This story is to encourage and inspire...THAT...
 No matter where you come from in life, you can always turn bad beginnings into happy endings.
Its all a matter of...... Hope, Vision and Choice.
OR, as I have done here,  in the imagination of the pen.

I Pray You Take The Time To View My Book Trailer And Hear My Ozzie Voice, Give a Glimpse of the Story  (CLICK HERE)

 I value your comments, book reviews  and support. 

The Unexpected.

He was driving home one evening, on a two lane country road. Work in this
small Midwestern community, was almost as slow as his beat up Pontiac, but
he never quit looking. Ever since the factory closed, he'd been unemployed,
and with winter raging on, the chill had finally hit home.

It was a lonely road. Not very many people had a reason to be on it, unless
they were leaving town. Most of his friends had already left. They had
families to feed and dreams to fulfill. But he stayed on. After all, this
was where he buried his mother and father. He was born here and he knew the
country.

He could go down this road blind, and tell you what was on either side, and
with his lights not working, which came in handy. It was starting to get
dark and light snow flurries were coming down. He'd better get a move on.

You know, he almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the
road. But even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he
pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still
sputtering when he approached her.

Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help
for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe, he
looked poor and hungry. He could see that she was frightened, standing out
there in the cold.

He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He
said, "I'm here to help you ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's
warm? By the way, my name is Bryan,"

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough.
Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning
his knuckles a time or two.

Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands
hurt. As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and
began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only
just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk.

She asked him how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right
with her. She had already imagined all the awful things that could have
happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about the money. This
was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there
were plenty who had given him a hand in the past.

He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act
any other way. He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the
next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the
assistance that they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me." He waited
until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing
day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a
bite to eat, and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip
home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The
whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The cash register was like the telephone
of an out of work actor, it didn't ring much.

Her waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She
had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day
couldn't erase. The lady noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months
pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The
old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a
stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.

After the lady finished her meal, and the waitress went to get change for
her hundred-dollar bill, the lady slipped right out the door. She was gone
by the time the waitress came back. She wondered where the lady could be,
then she noticed something written on the napkin under which was four 100
bills.

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote. It said:
"You don't owe me anything, I have been there too. Somebody once helped me
out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is
what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you,"

Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve,
but she never stopped thinking about the lady. That night when she got home
from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what
the lady had written.

How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it?
With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard She knew how worried her
husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss
and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right. I love you,
Bryan."

We are never prepared for what we expect.

THE GRACE OF THE LORD JESUS CHRIST, THE LOVE OF GOD,
AND THE COMMUNION OF THE HOLY SPIRIT
BE WITH ALL OF YOU.  2 Corinthians 13:13
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