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Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Dangerous Decisions

In this true story based on a happening in 1549, yes you read that right, Heidi is left to fend for herself when her husband flees the city. In a rash moment, he had spoken against the political and religious leaders of the day and that was not smart. Although she finds comfort with the people of God, it is very dangerous to be seen with them.



               Heidi went over to the one small window in the hut and peered out. It was dark, very dark out tonight. She opened the door softly and glanced back. Neither child stirred.
               Every step of the way Heidi was sure that someone was following her.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Quack, Quack!

Did You Protest Out Loud?

Jason is supposed to play the drum while his friend is being executed, and is none too happy about it. Part two.-------------------------------------------------

Oh, Jason, surely you didn’t object!” his wife wailed.

“I knew better than to protest vehemently, but I'm sure they know how I feel."

He got up and reached for a bottle of homemade brew in a cupboard by the door. Maybe if I let myself get just a little bit intoxicated it won’t bother me so much.

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

The Reluctant Drummer( Part one

This is the first part of a true story about some of our Anabaptist forefathers. Taken from the Martyr's Mirror.
The Reluctant Drummer
“Jason, please. Just do as you’re told,” Heidi pleaded worriedly. “You cannot let them know that you are an Anabaptist supporter. Please, Jas, for my sake and the children don’t make a fuss about it.”

Friday, May 25, 2018

Twins ReUnited!


Synopsis
A fascination with identical twins has been the story of my life. Don’t ask me why because I couldn’t tell you. Even though I had more than a half-dozen babies of my own, almost every single time I was hoping, even praying that I would be carrying twins. No luck. When I read about the remarkable, yea, even amazing traits and experiences separated twins share a spark kindled and I was on my way to exploring an area of pathos, heartache, joy and intrigue when a teenage mother has to give up her babies, or at least thinks she must relinquish one of them during the time a war is going on and her husband, who she hadn’t known very well has questionable ethics.
                Throw in the fact that she has to leave to a foreign country without her parents'

support and approval and has no idea why her soldier-husband isn’t getting in contact with her. Although she allows her best friend to care for one of the babies until “it’s safe to have them together again,” it is an agonizing decision.
                ALTHOUGH THIS BOOK USED TO BE CALLED TWO MOTHER’S TWIN DAUGHTERS. I IMPROVED AND EXPANDED IT SO MUCH THAT IT IS NOW DIVIDED INTO TWO BOOKS.  THE SEQUEL IS MORE THE TWINS STORY; HOW THEY COPE WITH THE JOY AND TURMOIL OF GETTING REACQUAINTED AFTER BEING SEPARATED SO LONG AND THE FIRST BOOK IS MAINLY ABOUT THE MOTHERS.

    Here's my bio: ­čś╝ How do you get a shy, dreamy-eyed girl's gift for writing to burst into flames? Just ask my sixth-grade teacher. She told me I had a 'flare for writing' and after that, there was no stopping me. To say I enjoy writing would be the understatement of the year. I get lost in it. Once while in my teens I was so involved in the book I was working on that the characters became more real than the people around me who seemed like cardboard creations. No, I haven't changed much.
    But I do have other loves including my precious husband of forty-plus years, our ten grandchildren, their parents, the dogs, especially Cuddles, and I thrive on gardening as well as running our bed and breakfast.  Having guests over and sharing food and conversation is the spice of life. But get me back to writing as soon as possible. 
    Oh, in case you haven't noticed: I love life!

Marilyn Friesen
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Friday, April 20, 2018

Do You Have Plenty of Time?


TOO Late


It is too easy to drift through life assuming nothing is wrong, but are we sure? There may be some hidden insidious disease lurking in our bodies that could cause us to collapse suddenly. I read of a girl who thought she had plenty of time to enjoy life but died suddenly. Just a little while before, God had called her most earnestly and she knew it. She recognized His tender pleading voice and even talked to her parents above giving her heart to God but they convinced her that she was too young to worry about that sort of stuff. “Have fun while you can”, they told her. Not long after she took sick and now they wanted her to get right with God. She was in despair. “My heart is as hard as stone! The Holy Spirit isn’t talking to me anymore! In spite of her anguish and concern she was unable to prepare to meet God and was lost. info@gospeltract.ca
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Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Hello, Humboldt


Not many things have broken the collective heart of a country or even the world like the tragic deaths of so many fine young people and their leaders. I wonder how many of us were hoping, praying grieving as we apprehensively followed the updates?
We had planned and dreamed of going to see our children but it wasn't working out according to our timing but God was in control. Our travels took us to the troubled town of Humboldt the day after the accident. With humility and compassion, we were able to reach out to various ones who were suffering: in gas stations, Tim Horton's and elsewhere. I longed to do more, and hopefully others have done far more than we could. 
Humboldt, we care about you. We are praying for you and the many family members wherever they are. May you find comfort in the loving arms of Jesus.

Thursday, March 15, 2018

The Story of Me (Or Maybe You)

The bird stopped long enough to help herself to a round crimson rose hip then flew off. It was a blustery sort of day and she wanted to get home to her cozy nest before the storm swept in.  As she battled against the wind some of the seeds fell over a forested area but she clamped her strong little beak on the rind which was the part she was most fond off anyway. The seeds drifted slowly to the ground. They fell into the carpet-like layer of leaves until the snowflakes covered them softly from view. The seeds nestled in deeper and fell asleep though out the long winter. When the warm rays of the sun gently stirred the leaves in springtime some of the seeds had settled in too deeply to notice, some became tasty snacks for insects or rodents but a few sent out tender shoots and roots although no one was around to notice. The few that popped through the surface grew slowly and when the canopy of leaves blocked out of the sun, most of them drooped and were too weak to survive. One was blessed with a sufficiently large patch of sunshine for most of the day light hours to grow sturdily on. One day a woodsman strolled through the forest on the day the plant happened to unfurl her first delicate blossom. The hiker was a plant lover at heart and wisely refrained from plucking the flower, let alone the plant, but carefully marked the area so he could return from time to time to see if the seedling was flourishing. The delicate plant had too much competition so the woodman strategically trimmed a branch or two to let in more light, and in his wisdom found more ways to nurture the growth. No one but him knew how well the sturdy little plant was flourishing and it brought a sparkle to His eyes.
I am that tiny plant. I have grown up shy and quiet, hidden by the towering extroverts surrounding me, but I, too, have a place to fill. http://www.amazon.com/dp/1511783966
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Around Smoldering Coals

Hi? Do you like stories about ancient history that are kind of scary? This is the book I am working on now, and if it appeals to you, you should check out my link(s) for a similar one that is already published.


  Tayletha crouched lower and inched her way over to the balustrade bordering the flat roof. Every so often, she flattened herself against the rough surface.
           “We have to be awful careful about what we say, Titus.” The fifteen year old glanced furtively about and lowered her voice, “If someone thinks we might be -you –know-what- we will be in deep trouble.”
Tayletha's six-year-old brother nodded soberly.  No one had to tell him what 'you-know-what' meant.  He shuddered at the thought of becoming supper for the lions. Some of Abba's (Daddy's) friends had died that way because of loving Jesus! He clutched the loaf of bread closer to his thin chest.
            Tayletha bit her lip. If someone looked up we could be spotted easily!  She saw some ragged beggars scavenging and the sentries on duty. Wheeled transportation was allowed to take over after the eleventh hour, but at that moment they were rumbling along in the busier sections. Her hand gleamed whitely as it groped for the top of the wall. She slowly eased herself upwards to peer over the edge.
            Far in the distance, hobnailed Roman sandals on cobblestone streets sounded loud in the stillness. Soon the eerie flickering of the patrolman’s smouldering torch briefly revealed some ragged beggar boys darting back into the shadows. Tayletha sensed that the boys knew they were in danger of being clouted with a brawny fist if they were caught slinking around. Scavenging in the garbage strewn corners could definitely wait for a safer time.
Tayletha slunk down until she was barely eye-level with the top row of bricks, and saw the boys conceal themselves in the deeper shadows. She wondered briefly how children could survive as beggars, but her own concerns snuffed out the thought.
            Just then, the sentries’ flame flashed high against the black night sky and she shrank back. Tayletha hardly dared to breathe as she listened to the receding footfalls until they were indecipherable then leaned over to get the attention of the beggars.
            “Yeled,” She beckoned then watched them stiffen and look around then up before spotting her. The whites of their eyes looked strange in the shadowy darkness.
            “Come here!” she called in a piercing whisper. They shrank back and appeared to be talking to each other.
            “Come here!” she pleaded.
            “What did you call us?” the taller boy, who looked to be about eleven, demanded.
            Tayletha’s cheeks reddened.
            “Yeled,” she confessed. That was the Jewish word for 'boy'. I need to be more careful to speak Latin. Can't give anyone any reason to suspect we’re followers of the Messiah.
            “Well, what ya want?”
            “Show us a secret way through the city.” I’m sure they know their way around everywhere.
            “Why should we?” The young lad never relaxed his stance for an instant. He was ever on the alert, his eyes darting this way and that and in every direction.
            Tayletha took the loaf of bread from Titus and showed it to them. “We'll pay you!”
            The younger vagrant leaped to his feet, lithe as one of the scrawny alley cats and gazed up at them. Tayletha wondered if his mouth was drooling at the sight of so much food. She watched intently as he turned his head to say something into his brother’s ear.
            Out of the corner of her eye, Tayletha saw an orange glow in the distance. The torchbearer had turned and was coming back! The older boy caught the movement of her head, and in an instant, both vanished. Tayletha and her small brother once again flattened themselves against the roof of the two-story building.
            “I'm cold,” Titus’ words were barely more audible than a sigh, but then his teeth started clattering. Tayletha pulled him close against her body for warmth and tucked her knitted palla around them both. They listened, breathing as shallowly as possible as the heavy footfalls below them became more distinct.
            “Where are those thieving rascals?” the guard growled. “They’re usually right around this here court-yard making a nuisance of themselves.” Tayletha felt herself tighten up. The harsh sound of his sword striking against stone made her cringe. Finally, the light disappeared and the sound of marching feet pounding along the cobble stone street diminished.
  Tayletha slid into a sitting position, and then froze. What is that scratching sound? Was it a nasty old rat? She hoped it was the boys.
            Tayletha looked carefully around. In the pallid moonlight the head and shoulders of two shaggy-haired boys were silhouetted with nothing below them. She gasped before realizing they were peering through some sort of trap door to the roof.
            “Come with me,” the older boy beckoned. “We’ll git you outta this court-yard, an' where ya wanna be.”
            Tayletha bit her lip. As much as I want to trust them, how can I be sure they’ll take us where we want to go? They had disappeared into the denser darkness of the ‘hole’ but the older one poked his head back up once more.
            “Well?” He demanded. “Ain’t ya coming? If you are, we must skedaddle. We have a long ways to go before first light.”
            “How do you know where to take us,” Tayletha whispered as she followed her younger brother down the fraying rope ladder.
            “Ain’t you one of them Christianus?” he asked.
Tayletha's grip weakened. “What makes you ask that?”
            “I knowed yer voice and that wine-colored palla you wear. We seen you before. Yer one of those pale-skins from the catacombs, aren'tcha? We seen you buyin' bread from that thar baker.”
            In the dim light Tayletha saw how he reached back to steady Titus. “We know there is a fish symbol on the baker’s doorpost where we spotted you but the big roses haven't seen it. They don’t know that he's a Christianus: not yet! Course others buy from him also.”
            Tayletha carefully climbed down after the disembodied voice somewhere ahead of her. “You-you won’t tell on that baker will you?”
            “No way,” The younger boy piped up for the first time. “He gived us his leftover bread jist before dark. That is if we don't come around too often.”
            “I think he says that because he don't want all the other beggars buggin’ him,” the older one remarked.
            “Or maybe he feeds some of the others on the days you're not supposed to come,” Tayletha suggested.
            “Quiet. We will have to cut through the court-yard. No one’s awake this late at night but you gotta be careful.”
            “’Cept the night watchman,” Little Brother reminded him.
            “Shh! But that’s not ‘til later. He is a bumbling old fool who drinks too much and won’t give us a lick o' trouble.”
Tayletha’s heart pounded as she raced lightly after the vagabonds. How do I know these beggars can be trusted? Maybe they intend to lead us on a wild pig chase until we are exhausted then steal the bread and run. I’m weary already. I wonder how Titus is doing. I have not heard a peep from him for a long time. She clutched her small brother’s hand when they slid along with their backs against a wall. She almost stumbled over a sleeping body or two huddled in doorways and after that watched her steps more carefully.
As they crept around the edge of the court-yard, Tayletha could soon make out the crouching form of the watchman. “Who goes there?” He muttered sleepily.
“You hush up, ole Barrah,” the elder brother scolded. “It is only Broken Nose and his kid brother, so go back to sleep. You seen us lotza times.”
“But who’s with yah?” he slurred while hunching himself up and peered bleary eyed at the four-some.
“Just some kids that got lost. I’m showing them this here shortcut to their home.”
“Yous be gone with you before you wake someone an’ I git blamed.”
Broken Nose twisted the wooden bar on a heavy plank door and cautiously peered out. He saw no one save for some beggars that he knew huddled in the archway. They appeared to be fast asleep. He beckoned to the others to follow him. They trailed silently behind him for a while before he spoke again. “We will soon be going down three crooked alleyways, and then will dart across a main intersection. It is not safe, of course, but there ain’t no other way. If you follow closely, we should make it. Do what I do. I'll show you a hedge to hide under ‘til the next leg o' the journey.”
Tayletha's eyes shone with nervous excitement as she crept after Broken Nose who continued on his way without looking back once.
            Surely someone will hear my hard breathing and slapping sandals! She dodged debris, bodies, and barrels in an effort to keep up with the speedy street dwellers.
            Once or twice they were nearly tripped up. Another time long arms reached out and seized Tayletha's dress and the sound of ripping cloth filled her ears as she fought to escape. The beggars whirled back and tackled the scoundrel as only street-wise vagabond knew how to. They managed to escape and be on their way again but by the time, they arrived at the intersection Broken Nose had referred to, the sky was beginning to lighten. The strips of rosy dawn between the buildings faded into an azure blue and the four-wheeled traffic thinned noticeably as the number of pedestrians increased.
            Tayletha kept her eyes on Broken Nose. To her amazement, she saw him dart into the early morning pedestrian traffic and allow himself to be seen by a guard before dashing off.
Her mouth hung open for an instant, and then she understood. He is using himself as a trickster so we can get to safety. We had better move. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Little Brother tear off in the opposite direction but did not waste any more time watching them. Tayletha motioned for Titus to follow her then pretended to stroll casually across the street. At the last minute possible, she dived under the row of bushes.
            Although concealed next to Titus, Tayletha was at a loss what to do next. By all appearances, the streetwise waifs were gone, but there was no way that she intended to be on the streets in such an unkempt condition even if she could figure out how to get home. Why hadn’t those boys told us what to do next? Tayletha strained her ears to hear something from the ruffians but she was exhausted and sleep overtook her.


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