The year was about 1932 or 32, the place was England. William, who had suffered a brain injury in WWI, had not been seen for several days. His wife and 3 little children were, naturally, quite distraught. The middle child, Marjorie, was about 5 or 6 years old. She was particularly close to her Daddy. Where could he be? Why didn't he come home?The endless days stretched on... No word of William. Another tragedy struck the little family: Mummy died unexpectedly. There was no one available to take in all 3 children. Marjorie and her older brother stayed with an aunt in the Manchester area. The littlest child, a girl, was sent far away to other relatives, and not seen often after that. Then World War II began. The German's began bombing England. English children and youth from urban areas were sent to rural areas in the north. Marjorie, now a teen, was sent away from her auntie's home for safety. Another loss in her young life. By the war's end, Marjorie was a young adult. She had met and fallen in love with a young American G.I., and they soon married. Marjorie moved to the U.S. with her husband. They had a son. It seemed that "happily ever after" was within Marjorie's grasp. But no. Her husband grew ill. He was diagnosed with cancer. Marjorie cared for him at home until his death. And there she was, widowed, with a little child to care for, living in a country so far from her relatives... She got a job in a factory. But her dream was to work with children. She took courses. And worked. And took care of her son. Eventually, she remarried. She had a daughter. She opened a nursery school in her home, and taught the 5 year old class in Sunday school for many, many years. How could anyone, especially a child, live through so much horror and grief, and not be filled with rage and terror and confusion? The answer, of course, is found in God. Though Marjorie did not have parents to guide and protect her, she always knew she had a Father's love. by Marjorie Jr.
Praise the Lord.The hymnn that comes to mind after reading your blog is Great in Thy Faithfulness.
Great is thy faithfulness, O God, My Father
There is no shadow of turning with Thee.
Thou changest not, Thy compassions they fail not;
As thou hast been, Thou forever wilt be.
Great is thy faithfulness, Great is thy faithfulness;
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.
Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon, and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy, and love.
Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!
Thomas O. Chisholm
May the Lord also be your Father throughout your life.
You surely bore the yoke in your youth and way beyond that (Lamentations 3:27-32). Those in the Lord can rest assured that no matter how difficult and painful life has been or is today, that we are connected to the ongoing will of God. I can see by your present day witness that the enemy has not been able to destroy the work that you have done for the Lord. You encourage me. Bless you.
It is such a wonderful true life story and how a person overcame all odds with their faith in God. I am glad your Mum perverserved to the end and brought up a wonderful ,thoughtful, cheerful lady like you. Praise the Lord for His faithfulness.
[quote]How could anyone, especially a child, live through so much horror and grief, and not be filled with rage and terror and confusion? The answer, of course, is found in God.[/quote]
Amen and amen :)
thanks for sharing this with us!
By the way, it's April 26! I saw your name on the list of the birthday celebrants!