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Sunday, January 20, 2019

The Frantic Search for Spies

O.K. Here we go... Did you read the first parts of Terror and Tranquility?





 All the armed forces I have ever heard of come unencumbered by family.but these men have their women and offspring along as through they would never consider the possibility of failure in their mission.
   Rehab found herself with much time on her hands. I will occupy myself with my spinning, although we possibly have very few days left to live. If I am to die, I hope they kill me quickly so I need not suffer over much. I wonder what it is like in the Hereafter.
  Rehab went to the rooftop to access her winter's supply of flax and saw that there was more than enough to keep her busy spinning and weaving for many days to come.
  Just then a gentle knock sounded at the door. Rehab would have missed it had her ears not been keenly tuned to sounds in her entryway. She was used to all sorts of raucous noises in the street below.
She ran lightly down the stairs and peered through a crack in the door.
  "Thou art here!" she cried.

Thursday, January 17, 2019

Under Arrest But Nowhere to be Found!

O.K. Here we go... Did you read the first part:Terror and Tranquility?





 All the armed forces I have ever heard of come unencumbered by family.but these men have their women and offspring along as through they would never consider the possibility of failure in their mission.
   Rehab found herself with much time on her hands. I will occupy myself with my spinning, although we possibly have very few days left to live. If I am to die, I hope they kill me quickly so I need not suffer over much. I wonder what it is like in the Hereafter.
  Rehab went to the rooftop to access her winter's supply of flax and saw that there was more than enough to keep her busy spinning and weaving for many days to come.
  Just then a gentle knock sounded at the door. Rehab would have missed it had her ears not been keenly tuned to sounds in her entryway. She was used to all sorts of raucous noises in the street below.
She ran lightly down the stairs and peered through a crack in the door.
  "Thou art here!" she cried.

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

Terror and Tranquility

Hang on, folks, I'm taking you on a train ride way into the past. It's not into the wild west either. Nope, it's way before that; and it's based on a true story. Hold your breath and hang tight and decide which side of the wall you're going to be on. Let me know in the comments below how soon you recognized the story, and remember more is c-c-coming!

Based on the Bible story about the city of Jericho being destroyed by soldiers surrounded by their women and children! It is focusing on the viewpoint of a harlot looking on.

Rehab's arm brushed against a small patch of downy moss when she looked out of  the casement at the acres of tents. They were spread out on the other side of the River Jordan. An ant attempted to crawl up her sleeve, but she flicked it off. The moon was brilliant tonight and the worshipers of the moon goddess could be heard wailing and dancing in the streets.
Rehab was deeply impressed by the ordered and precision represented by the rows and squares of tents, so different that the chaos and confusion directly behind her.
   They are a people whose caliber is far superior to anyone on this side of the river,  she thought almost reverently.
   In her type of business she met people from many different nationalities.Many of them did not realize how well she understood their different tongues, and she preferred to keep it that way. For several months now, both foreigners, and fellow-citizens alike babbled fearfully, almost incoherently at times, about the exploits of this so great a people.
  " They have risen from the Nile. "

Saturday, January 5, 2019

Irresistible!


We've got the sweetest puppies at our place. (New year's babies born yesterday and today.)They aren't goldies but if they are as adorable as their mother, they will all be winners. The mother is extremely cute, smart and healthy. She looks very much like a Polish tetra Sheep dog or Great Pyrenesee but not such a bulky coat.https://youtu.be/Yo2Vvy86wsc

Friday, January 4, 2019

The Young Woman Who was not Allowed to Get Any Job






It must have been a dreadful time for many in religious communities that were low on compassion. Mary was one of those 'unfortunates' who was in an occupation openly frowned on by the religious authorities but secretly supported by the very same people. For reason unknown to us, this young harlot was exposed, and the Pharisees were determined that Jesus (Yeshua) would make sure she was stoned.  Here is an excerpt from Jesus' life from His mother's viewpont.

    When the Pharisees exposed Mary, hoping she would be
 stoned,Yeshua had rescued her from certain death, but since
 then she had had no work, no work at all.
She had hunted all over town for a respectable job,
 but everyone looked down on someone
who had been a zonah.
It made no difference that she had not
wanted to be one. It made no difference that she had no
 choice;either that or beg,
 and who would toss coins to a
 beautiful young talitha: one that was obviously in perfect
health?
    When she was not looking for work, Mary frequently
trudged behind the Rabboni, Yeshua,
at a respectful distance. 
She esteemed Him very highly, but did not
feel worthy to be seen in His Shekinah.
   But then one evening that had all changed. She got out
her alabaster box of rich ointment
 and cradled it between her hands.
It had taken her a year of careful saving
to purchase the rare perfume.
She knew she could sell it for a good price,
and survive a little longer, but that is not
what she wanted to
do with it.
   “Yeshua,” she whispered, as the tears slid down her
cheeks,” Will you understand what I am trying to do?”
 As she plodded along the empty street,
she had the alabaster ointment carefully concealed
within the folds of her garment.
 Far in the distance she saw a group of men
strolling towards their supper appointment.
She had overheard one of the Hibernim inviting
Yeshua and His disciples for a meal,
 and was determined to offer this rebbe,
 this healer, this most wonderful friend,
 her supreme gift in gratitude
for what He had done for her.
  Her heart squeezed with fear even while her feet took
her closer to the gleaming mansion and she saw the men
disappear one by one through the enormous doors.
 What if ‘her’ Hibernim was within those portals?
She knew it was most probable.
   The porter had left the door slightly ajar to let in the
evening breezes. Mary slipped in, and followed the sounds of
deep, muted voices. They led her to where men were dining
on couches in a massive dining room.
  Suddenly she saw Him, and she had eyes for Yeshua only.
With a cry on her lips, she hurried over and sank to her knees.
Yeshua,” she whispered. “Yeshua, Yeshua!” Oh that He will
know how grateful I am for all He has done for me!
    As she opened the alabaster box for the first time, a sweet
Perfume permeated the air. Someone sniffed deprecatingly and
she heard a critical comment or two but they barely registered.
The tears of adoration and gratitude that flowed down her
cheeks washed away the dust from His feet. With reverential
tenderness Mary lifted each one, and dabbed at them with her
flowing locks until no dust smudges remained.
  There was a lull in the conversation, and Mary looked up.
Yeshua rested His hand lightly on her ankle-length hair, and
then tilted her chin with one finger so that she would look
directly at Him.
   “Thy sins are forgiven.” His voice was so rich, and kindly.
She gazed rapturously into His eyes until He spoke again.
            “Thy faith hath saved thee, go in peace.”
            Somehow Mary found her way to the door,
 clutching the broken alabaster box to her bosom.
She walked back to her house as one in a dream,
 and knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that she
 would follow Him where ever He went, and
serve Him with her whole heart.




Does this sound like a time in history you would like to know more about? If so,
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Monday, December 24, 2018

Unexpected Christmas Surprise

Here's something I came across just by chance so I took a screen shot of it:

Continue reading to see why it excited me so much. Excerpt from: That Book.

There is something so beautiful, sweet and  inspiring about Mary, the mother of Jesus. I can't seem to wrap my mind around the thought that she may have been only thirteen or fourteen when she had Baby Jesus  

Saturday, December 22, 2018

That Mary is Fearful

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Mary has gone to visit her Aunt Elisabeth, but in spite of all the enjoyable times, she worried much about how the man she was engaged to was going to treat her now that she was pregnant. The worst he could do was have her stoned. Sometimes Mary's throat would ache with anxiety.

Thursday, December 20, 2018

What Happened to the Twins?


With bombs destroying nearby streets, air raid sirens screaming, and blackout curtains compulsory, Birmingham, England is a fearful place to be, but for a pregnant teenage war bride fleeing to Canada to be with her husband is a frightening option. 

Sailing on a ship with submarines lurking nearby makes her uneasy, but so do more personal fears. Does Randall still love her in spite of the fact she's already pregnant? Will her parents ever forgive her for marrying him? Will he be furious to find out she is expecting twins? Will it help if she gave one up for adoption since he doesn't know she is carrying two? 

Later she discovers that he had been deported from the army for a reason no one is talking about and soon after arriving home ends up in jail also for a mystifying reason! 

Grace has big problems but there is hope.

 Two Mothers, Twin Daughters is the first in a series called Marita's Misery.  From now 'til the 24th of December, you may get two books for the price of one. If you send me a copy of your proof of purchase I will personally reimburse you.  For more books by this author go to www.marilynshistoricalnovels.com

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

A Missive From Mary

(Dear Diary);
I will always be grateful to my elderly Uncle Zachariah for teaching me to read and write that long ago summer when I was ten. There are some thoughts that are too personal; too profound to give voice to but they must be shared, and writing is the best way.
In all sincerity, Mary’am (That’s my Aramaic name)