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As you know, I write most of my books in a woman’s voice, but I have a desire to write in a male voice (Maybe I am longing to be a trans-writer. Ha ha). Over the past year I have begun a number of books, but have not applied myself to complete them. I like to write stories that are entertaining, but that also share with my readers: history, wonders outside of their reach, and a little insight into the lives of others and maybe their own.
This mission keeps me searching for the makings of not just a good book but a great book. This man’s life may be a candidate for my next book:
Pierre Savorgnan de Brazza, ( b.January 26, 1852-d. September 14, 1905). Itlalian-born French explorer, who lived a life of purpose and adventure and life-long humanitarian against slavery and the abuse of African workers.
Pierre sailed anti-slave ships to the Congo and armed only by his striking good looks and charm where he was able to convince the Kings of the Congo to place their kingdoms under the protection of the French flag. He claimed many parts of Africa for France. This gave him world-wide acclaim as “The peaceful Conqueror.” In 1888 he became a Freemason on June 26. He was married to Therese de Chambrun (a woman with a story of her own). His last tour of the Congo took a toll on him and he died (age 53) of dysentery and fever … or was he poisoned ?
I am older than time. In the beginning I was only mist in the darkness. The Lord’s face hovered over me and condensed my vapors into water and formed the heavens.
He then separated me into five great bodies of water and I became the mother of all seas, lakes and streams. The land appeared.
Then the Almighty decorated the heavens with stars. He hung the moon and the sun and they circled the earth turning the nights into days. There was balance and the seasons began.
God created living things. Plants covered the face of the land and the bottom of my salty floors. Great numbers of birds flew in the heavens and fishes and wonderful creatures filled my waters.
God created animals of all shapes and forms to roam the earth. I witnessed God form man in his own image. Then He created woman from the rib of the man. The man and woman were appointed to govern over all creatures great and small. With the exception of one fruit-bearing tree, they were to nourish their bodies abundantly on the foods that God had created.
As the keepers of paradise, man and woman owed God only their obedience, love and praise. When God’s work was done, He declared it good and He rested.
For many years from my sandy shores I admired the handiwork of the Lord. I beheld the birth of all creatures and the beauty of the flowers. The first Man and Woman swam in my waters and sunned on my shores. They were happy. Oh, but the day of temptation came. They ate of the forbidden fruit and the Lord cast them out of the garden. They wandered far from my shore and I no longer could be watchful of them.
The woman bore children and her children bore descendants. They littered my shores and tried to claim me. I fought back with raging storms and winds. No man owns me. I have, and always will belong to the Creator.
They built ships to sail over my waters and traveled from shore to shore. There were good men, but most forgot about the Creator and began to worship false gods.
God was angry. He told Noah to build an ark and take aboard his family and two of every animal on earth. He commanded me to create great storms and the heavens to open up. Heavy rains fell from the sky for forty days and cleansed the earth.
When the rain ceased a rainbow appeared in the heavens. It was a new day and new life began. Mankind’s numbers grew again, and they covered the earth. Some were wise men and others were fools. Some were faithful to God and others unfaithful even to themselves.
There were bloody wars upon my shores and people were enslaved by other nations. There was sickness and sorrows and even the most godly of men sinned.
God wrote his laws in stone and Moses delivered them from Mount Sinai to the people. Still there were many people that went astray. They lusted after and killed one another. There were liars and thieves among the people of God.
God said that the people needed an example and a teacher. God searched my shores and found Mary. The archangel Gabriel told her she was to bear the Son of God. He would be called Jesus.
The child was born and I watched him grow in the likeness of His Father. He taught fishermen to be fishers of men and he walked on my waters. He healed the sick and forgave the wicked. He waved his hand and commanded me to be calm and I was still. He was the Messiah.
When the tide changed, many of his followers deserted him and Pontius Pilate sentenced Jesus to be crucified. It was a stormy day and all the creatures in my waters wept. The earthly beasts wailed and the heavens were dark, but the deed was done according to God’s plan.
For three days my waters grieved, but on the third day our beloved Son arose from the dead! He was alive and the oceans mourned no more. Like my tides wash the shores, their Savior had washed away their sins with His precious blood. Jesus promised to all that followed him everlasting life in the house of His Father.
Heaven and Earth rejoiced and my waters roared in victory. Oh, if only that had been the end of man’s sinful ways.
Many years have passed since that glorious day. I have unwillingly hosted pirates and great ships of war. The heavens are filled with smog and flying machines, and the earth is cluttered with man-made stones and bricks. I have seen green lands polluted and my waters bleed with chemical waste.
Many people have forgotten God’s words and live for their own satisfaction. However I have not lost faith. Blessed are those that protect me and follow our Lord. Together we shall see the day when the Son walks upon our shores again.
Until then, yours always,
Story from: Nancy B. Brewer’s novel “30 Days at the Shore
Christmas is a special time of year, but at River Street Orphanage it was almost like any other dreary day. The small Christmas tree and shabby decorations were only there for the benefit of the social worker.
Tom was fifteen and he and his sister Dottie lived at the orphanage.
He was no stranger to hard work and sacrifice. He would be willing to sacrifice all to protect his little sister from the director—the despicable Mrs. Coldwater.
Christmas some times brings out the worse in people who prefer to reflect on their sorrows and the things they do not own.
Yet for those with good and kind hearts the magic of Christmas will always find them. This is such a story. Get the ebook now to your email: for only 99 cents. Click below to purchase: