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:
Nancy Basinger Brewer, I was reading your book today!! Two Faces of Nina Grey. I love it!! My parents lived in Sharpsburg and owned the General Store from 1976 to 2003 ish. So I am able to picture the setting and scenery in my mind’s eye ♥️ Also my godmother was a descendant in the Mudd family. She lived in DC where I was born. I really appreciate your talents.
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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
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“Now join me in welcoming Najib Hankash!” the man said, clapping his hands and making his way off the platform.
A young man walked up, set a stool down, then another man handed him a guitar and a flute-like instrument.
He gently laid the flute down, sat on the stool with the guitar, and then sheepishly looked out toward the audience. “I would like to apologize to you good people for the misfortune of being invited to this event. Most of you had no idea that you would have to endure my singing and playing. For your sake I should have declined the engagement, but for my sake I accepted, because they are paying me.”
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Anna Haining Swan stood 7 feet 11.5 inches and weighted 371 pounds when she married Civil War Captain Martin Van Buren Bates who stood 7 feet 11 inches and weighted 471 pounds. It took a 100 yards of satin to make her wedding dress, the material was a gift from the queen of England. They spent their honeymoon at the hotel “Star and Garter” I do hope they were on the bottom floor!
“The good thing about love is that you don’t have to anyone’s permission to love whomever you please. Even if your friends and family stop loving you. You don’t have to stop loving them. You can still go on loving them just as long as you like. So if you are mad at me, disenchanted, or just plain don’t like me—it is my choice if I want to love you—even in spite of yourself.”~NancyBBrewer/author
As a writer and poet I strive to paint with words the passion and the emotions of life. No human emotion is more powerful than love, which is so beautifully written in the “Song of Solomon” from the Bible.
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