Yehovah Made Us Humans

Yah did not make us robots
To automatically move
To do everything He wants
He gave us the right to choose

Yah didn’t make us animals
Who do their every whim
He didn’t want us to follow instinct
He wanted us to follow Him

Yehovah made us humans
And though we trip and fall
We’re just the way He wants us
And He always loves us all

Yah wants us to love Him
With all of our hearts
But because He lets us choose
We messed up from the start

Yehovah shows His love for us
In that while we still sinned
He sent His son to die for us
For all to come to Him

Guest Post ~ “King of the Forest”

Everyone says that the lion is the king of the jungle. As for the king of the forest, that used to be me.

I was larger than the largest. My neighbors looked up to me.

The animals were satisfied with my bountiful harvest. Many came, and left full.

But now I have been struck with the incurable. Many tried to help, but failed. I am weak; the least are greater than me.

There must be a cure. Hope may be little, but it is still alive. Someday, hopefully, I will rise again. I am the American Chestnut.

~by S. Rose Williams

A New Beginning, Chapter 3

Hello! Here is chapter three of my story, A New Beginning. You can find the first two chapters here.


One chilly night, while all of the children were sleeping, Mr. Walsh came inside with a load of wood in his arms. Mrs. Walsh was washing dishes. “George, what are we going to do with Nina?’ she asked suddenly.

“Well, I have been praying about her–”

“Yes, and so have I, but I do not feel any direction as to where she should go,” Mrs. Walsh said, her face showing an exasperated look. “I do know one thing though, she cannot stay here. She has been having the grandest of times with Annamarie and Katherine and she is quite taken by Susan and Charity. I do not want to tear her from them but it seems we must. I do not know what to do!”

“Elsie, do you realize you interrupted me?” Mr. Walsh asked.

“Oh, no, I did not,” she answered. “What were you going to say?”

“I was going to say that I have prayed about her and I think I know what we should do.”

“You do?”

“Yes, I think maybe we should send her to live with the Cromwell family.”

“Why, yes, the Cromwells! They mentioned at church a few weeks ago that they wanted someone to help them around their house. Nina would be perfect for the job. I shall speak to Mrs. Cromwell about Nina as soon as I can.”

“That sounds good, but there is one more thing: what if Nina refuses to go to the Cromwells? You know she is a very headstrong, opinionated girl. She tried to run away from me when I first found her.”

“If she does not want to go to the Cromwells, we can just explain to her that we cannot keep her and we do not want to send her to an orphanage. She simply will have to go.”

“That should work. She will certainly understand.”

“Good, we can tell her in the morning.”


The next morning Nina woke up and looked around. She saw Mrs. Walsh flipping flapjacks over the fire. “Sorry if I am in your way, Mrs. Walsh,” Nina quickly said, grabbing her blanket and sitting up.

“Do not worry,” Mrs. Walsh said. “You were not in my way.” Then Mr. Walsh came through the door with another armful of wood.

“We never have enough wood to burn at this house!” He said jokingly, even though it was mostly true. So much wood was needed to keep the fire burning. Then Mr. Walsh turned toward Nina and said, “Nina, my wife and I have decided where we want to send you.”

“Where?” Nina said, looking up at Mr. Walsh’s tan, wrinkled face.

“The Cromwell family from our church said they could use some help around their house,” Mr. Walsh said. “You might be just right for the job.” Nina gulped. I do not want to leave the Walshes, she thought. But I should have known I would not get to stay here. She said nothing.

“We will take you to meet the Cromwells as soon as we can,” Mrs. Walsh said. “If they agree to take care of you, then so be it. If not, then you shall stay with us longer until we can find someone else to care for you. Does that sound good to you?”

“Yes,” said Nina, rather hesitantly.

Mrs. Walsh, sensing her hesitation, said, “Do not worry Nina. You will like the Cromwells. They are very nice.” Nina smiled rather weakly and headed out to the horsefield. She ran up to Ranger and stroked his nose, trying not to cry. She had really bonded with Katherine, Annamarie, and Ranger during their races across the field. It made her very sad to think of leaving them. The Walshes had been so kind to her and showed her a love she had not known since her parents had died.

Soon Annamarie came in and called cheerfully, “It is time for breakfast, Nina!”

“Okay,” Nina replied half-heartedly.

“What is wrong?” Annamarie said, wondering what was troubling her friend.

“Your parents want to send me to the Cromwells,” Nina said. “I shall miss you all terribly.”

“Oh, we shall miss you very much as well,” Annamarie said, tears rising to her eyes as the two friends hugged. “I hoped Mama and Papa would let you stay, but I guess it was not meant to be. We will see each other at church though, if the Cromwells were to take you in.”

Later at the breakfast table, Mr. Walsh announced, “Children, I believe we have found Nina a home. We are going to see if the Cromwell family will take in Nina.” The girls looked down at their plates sadly and picked at their food. “You girls should see yourselves!” Mr. Walsh chuckled. “Your faces look as though we are going through a famine, but we have an abundance of food in front of us.”

“We are just sad that Nina has to leave,” Annamarie said.

“Do not be sad,” Mr. Walsh said cheerfully. “We will see her at church, and maybe she could even come and visit us sometime. Now let us enjoy having her here instead of thinking about her leaving.” And everyone did just that.


The devil thought he’d done it;
The devil thought he’d won.
He had conjured up a plan
To kill Yah’s only son.

He shared his plan with Judas
And with all the scribes and priests.
They all planned to do it
Before the Passover feast.

But Yehovah knew what was happening.
Yehovah was still in control.
He’d sent His Son for that very reason:
To save all of our souls.

Yeshua cried, “Your will be done”
Then He was led away.
After beating, mocking, flogging;
He was crucified that day.

After dying for all our sins
Our Savior went to the Father
Who gave him all glory and majesty
Honor and power forever

Yeshua took the keys to hell
And set all of us free.
What a wonder, what a joy
That he would die for me!

After three day and three nights
He rose and lives again.
The mortal coils of sin and death
Had no triumph over Him!

We’ve all been bad, we’ve all done wrong
But he came to seek and to save.
He loves us all so very much
He died and rose from the grave!

-Scripture References-

Luke 22:3
Matthew 26:3-5
John 12:27
Luke 22:42&54
Jude 25
Revelation 1:18
Luke 19:10
Romans 5:8

A Light in the Castle by Robert Elmer

The sixth book of Robert Elmer’s The Young Underground book series, A Light in the Castle, illustrates how important it is to give Yehovah the glory for his blessing and not simply account them to luck or chance. This is a fictional story set in 1945 Denmark. The main characters, twelve-year-old twins Peter and Elise Anderson, have just returned from being captured on a German U-boat. When a reporter asks Peter how he made it through such adventures, Peter just says, “We were pretty lucky.” (pg. 10) After receiving an invitation to visit King Christian the Tenth in Copenhagen, the twins and their family hurry to the capital city. On the train, Elise asks Peter why he never says what really happened on the U-boat: prayer and faith. Peter replies, “Okay, so what was I supposed to say?” (pg. 19) As soon as they arrive in Copenhagen, their adventures begin. They find Johanna, a little German orphan, and decide they will watch her until they find her a home. Then two mysterious men follow them everywhere and try hard to steal the antique key that Peter found in his hotel room, making Peter very nervous. Then they go to visit the king. Once again, the king asks them how they made it through all of their crazy adventures. Elise says the truth, that it was God who helped them and protected them. Then the king quotes Revelation 3:8– “…For you have a little strength, have kept my word, and have not denied my name.” Peter begins to realize that he should not deny God the glory He is due. The next day, Peter finds out that the two mysterious men that follow them everywhere are planning to hurt King Christian! The ending chapters are a flurry of activity as Peter and Elise, along with Johanna, rush to help the king. At the end of the grand adventure, another reporter asks Peter what happened. Peter declares that is was not luck. “King Christian was right,” Peter says. “Only God could take care of Denmark. And he took care of us too. Me and my sister, Elise. Little Johanna. Everybody.” (pg. 169) A family takes little Johanna as their own, and Peter and Elise get awards for bravery from the king, thus ending a wonderful story of how we should not be ashamed of or deny God. Elmer does an excellent job of making his characters life-like and enjoyable. I highly recommend this book, one of my very favorite books, to anyone who wants a to read a well-written, morally-uplifting book

~A book report by Faith Williams, July 2018

Far From the Storm by Robert Elmer

Far From the Storm, book number four in Robert Elmer’s The Young Underground book series, is a fictional story of two children living in Denmark during the wake of World War II. Main characters Peter and Elise Anderson, having been through many terrors during the war, are hoping that everything will be perfect again now that the war is over. They soon find out that the anger and hurt from the war did not just disappear, especially after defeated enemies almost kill Peter’s cat and burn their Uncle Morton’s fishing ship. This heartwarming tale draws you into the story and makes you feel as though you are running through the cobblestone streets of Helsingor, Denmark, with Peter and Elise, and you feel a friendship with them. Elmer writes through the eyes of  Peter and you can feel the cry of his heart as he yearns to fly away far from the storm of anger and unforgiveness (Psalm 55:6-8). Far From the Storm is full of excitement, intrigue, and lessons of forgiveness that can captivate any reader.

Excitement is what draws people to books, and this story abounds with exciting elements. Such things as enemies wanting revenge, fires, and mysteries are not uncommon. From the whole city of Helsingor celebrating the war’s end to Peter bursting through the door in the middle of his uncle’s wedding, this book does not lack excitement for one single moment. Even though so much excitement probably would not happened all at the same time, the story is historically accurate. Without the element of excitement, this story would be bland and lifeless.

Intrigue is another prominent element in this book. You are never sure of what will happen next as the children, along with Peter’s best friend Henrik, attempt to find out who started the fire on Uncle Morton’s ship, the Anna Marie. Surprises await on every page and the intrigue pulls you in and makes this book very hard to set down.

Lastly and most importantly, Elmer uses this story to teach us about forgiveness. Peter finds it very hard to forgive the Nazis for all they have done to him, his family, and his country. He tries hard to battle the anger that just will not stop. The Nazis are also angry: angry that they did not win the war and angry at the things that happened to them because of the war. Both parties have to learn forgiveness, the Axis and the Allies. Peter’s anger finally disappears when he saves the life of an enemy who is drowning. He finally learns how to let go of the hurt and forgive those who hurt him.

Elmer’s masterful blend of excitement, intrigue, and lessons of forgiveness makes this book a must-read. I highly recommend it to anyone who wants good, exciting, and uplifting fiction. Far From the Storm has the ability to catch the enjoyment and interest of many children in the future.

~A book report by Faith Williams, July 2018

My Midnight Story

It was a very hard night for me
At times I could hardly breathe
You give breath and You take back
Though my being shall never lack

You came to set the captives free
Now I look at what You’ve done for me
You gave me back my breath
You let my weary body rest

When I look at what You do
I cannot help but praise You

~Faith Williams, June 2015


As times come, as times leave
The times are stored away
In a time-resilient chest
Where they shall always stay

Nothing can take away from you
These times, though they quickly flee
They are securely stored away
In the safe called memory

Behind the Curtain Chapter 3 – “An Adventure Ends…”

After swimming, we children dried off and changed. “What should we do now?” Della asked.

“Let’s do a play!” I proposed.

“Yes!” Della cheered.

“But what play will we do?” James asked.

“Oh, I’m not sure,” I said. “Let’s decide upstairs.” We all walked up the staircase and entered the theater room.

“Let’s do a Bible story,” James suggested, as we stood on the stage.

“But what Bible story?” I mused.

“The Exodus!” James yelled, his bright blue eyes showing his excitement.

“We do not have enough guys. Who would be Aaron or Moses?” I countered.

“How about the birth of Jesus!” Della happily suggested.

“That might work,” I said. Then I turned to James. “You and I could be Joseph and Mary!”

“Who would I be?” Della asked.

“You could be an innkeeper’s wife or something,” James said. “This will be great!”

We hurried into the backstage room to see what props we would use. We found an old toy hobble horse to use as our donkey and old baskets to use as mangers.

“What should we use for costumes?” Della asked.

“I am sure Gigi has some costumes we could use,” I answered.

“Where?” James asked.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Let’s just keep on gathering our props.”

It was then that Della found something. “What does this door lead to?” she asked as she slowly turned the knob. A flip of the light switch revealed a large walk-in closet filled with various costumes! Della and I happily looked at all the beautiful gowns and dresses. There were fancy suits and hats and even costumes to depict poor people. There was so much too look at!

James, however, was not interested in the costumes. He grabbed some simple robes and told us girls to come help him with the props. It took some convincing, but finally we followed him out.

We had just gathered all of our props and were about to change into our costumes when we heard Mama call up the stairs, “Lunchtime!” We charged down the stairs with a clatter and a clang and crashed into our seats. Gigi looked at us with a surprised expression and we smiled shyly back. “You children sure do know how to make a racket!” Mama laughed as she entered behind us. Grandpa and Daddy sat down and Gigi, who had gone to the kitchen, returned with the food. There was sandwiches, vegetables, potato salad, and my favorite fruit, watermelon! As we hungrily devoured our meal, I looked up at Grandpa and asked, “Grandpa, why do you have a stage in your house?”

“Maybe you should ask Gigi,” he answered, smiling.

“Why, Gigi?” I asked, my curiosity growing.

“Because I was quite an actor when I was younger. It was my passion,” Gigi replied. “I used to give some children acting lessons, but I gave that up awhile ago.”

“Well, we are preparing a play upstairs!” Della cheered. “We’ll let you know when we’re ready.”

“Oh, that shall be nice!” Gigi said, smiling.

As soon as we had eaten all of our food, we hurried up the stairs and put on our costumes. When we had all learned our lines, we hid behind the curtain. Della ran down to tell everyone that the play was about to begin. Soon we heard footsteps on the stairs. We were all so excited! Once everyone was seated, James opened the curtain. I stepped out and stood on the stage, my memories of last night going through my head. Now I really was in the middle of a show! Then James came out. He was dressed in a white robe and was playing the angel Gabriel. He said all of his lines about me having a baby and I said my lines, then he and I went backstage.

Then James and I came riding out on our “donkey.” I had put pillows under my robe so that it looked as though I was pregnant. We rode over to where Della was standing, sweeping the floor. “Ma’am,” James said. “Do you have room in your inn?”

“No, I do not,” said Della sharply, and turned back to her sweeping.  Then we rode across the stage again. I started pretending I was in pain. “Joseph,” I said to James. “I am having the baby!” Della came out at the other side of the stage and pretended she was another innkeeper. “No, I have no room,” she told us. Finally, we (Mary and Joseph) were allowed to sleep in a stable. Then baby Jesus, who happened to be a baby doll, was born. The audience laughed when they saw the baby doll, and it was all I could do to keep from laughing with them.

I threw a white robe over my other robe and pretended to be an angel appearing to James and Della, the shepherd and shepherdess. I pulled the white robe back off and was Mary again, holding baby Jesus. The shepherds came and visited me and ran away shouting the good news. Then I faced the crowd and said, “The End.” Everyone cheered and congratulated us.

“Great job!” Gigi said. “Especially since it is your first play.”

“You’ll have to do another one for us some other day,” Grandpa suggested. James, Della, and I were all so happy. Our first play had been a success!

The days at Gigi and Grandpa’s passed cheerfully, full of laughter and fun. We swam almost every morning, played outside among all of Gigi’s beautiful flowers in the afternoon, and played games in the evening. We ran through every corner of the house, laughed until our bellies hurt, and put on two more plays. I am not exactly sure why, but I was surprised one evening when Mama turned to us and said, “Remember children, we leave for home in the morning.”

“We are leaving?” I muttered.

“Why yes,” Mama said. “Did you think we would stay here forever?”

“I guess I did,” I admitted, trying in vain to put a smile on my face.

“Don’t worry, kids,” Mama said. “I am sure we will get to visit again before too long.”

Mama’s words comforted me a little, but still I felt weird. I had no idea why I felt that way.

Later that night I saw Mama out on the screen porch with Gigi. Gigi’s phone rang and she walked away to talk. I crept out and sat by Mama.

“Hi, Maddie. What’s up?” she asked.

“I just,” I said slowly, then my true feelings came out in a rush. “Mama, I’ve had so much fun here and I don’t want to leave. I don’t want this time to end because I know it will be a few months at least until we come back. Mama, will I have this much fun again? Won’t normal life seem boring after this?”

Mama looked at me with a mysterious smile and said, “Maddie, don’t worry. Normal life will not feel boring after this and I assure you, you will have many times just as fun if not even more fun than this. I know that you don’t want to leave here, but don’t you know that almost all the fun things you did here you can do back home? Here isn’t the only place you can have fun. We all need to learn to make the best of any situation, to have God’s love and joy no matter where we are.”

“I guess you are right that we can do the fun things we did here at home!” I said, excitement rising up within me.

“Yes, you can do fun things at home,” Mama said. “And you know Maddie, where an adventure ends, another adventure begins.”

I smiled and hugged Mama. “Thank you,” I said.

“Oh, sure, Maddie,” she replied. “Now go and enjoy your last night here!” I ran away and did just that.

The End

Behind the Curtain, Chapter 2 “Maddie’s Discovery”

I woke up early the next morning and opened my eyes. It is still dark outside, I thought. Well, I guess I will have to get some more sleep. As I closed my eyes again, I thought once more of all that had happened the night before. All of us children had been anxious to learn what curtain Grandpa was talking about when he said, “Behind the curtain,” but we were shy and hesitant to ask. James said he did not want to ask; he wanted to find the curtain himself. When it was time to sleep, Della and I were given the large bedroom down the hall to sleep in. James was sleeping on the screened porch because he thought that would be lots of fun. I had no idea where Mama and Daddy were sleeping, but I thought it was likely behind the curtain. As I lie there thinking, I realized I was thirsty. I crept out of the bed, being careful not to wake Della. I slipped down the hall into the kitchen. After getting a nice long drink of water, I noticed a navy blue curtain hanging in a door frame right by the door I had just entered. I curiously peeked behind it, certain that it was the curtain Grandpa had mentioned.

Behind the curtain was a long hallway. I was bounding with uncontrollable excitement as I peeked through one of the hall’s glass doors and saw a nicely furnished study room. I was about to open another door,  but then I suddenly remembered that my parents and grandparents were sleeping in one of these rooms, so I should not open any more doors. I walked slowly down the hallway, thinking of how fun it would be to open the many doors once everyone was awake. The door at the back of the hallway was made of glass as well. I peeked through and saw that it led outside to the pool! I was very excited. All of us children love to swim. Then I turned to go back to bed and realized there was a staircase right beside me! I silently crept up the narrow staircase and walked through the doorway at the top.

What I saw took my breath away. I entered a large white-walled room with five rows of chairs. At the far end of the room was a slightly elevated wooden stage with a beautiful red curtain. I wondered why in the world Gigi and Grandpa would have such a large fancy stage in their house. I walked down the center aisle and stepped gingerly onto the stage. There are no words that can describe how I felt at that grand moment.  I stood up there facing the imaginary crowd and pretended I was in the middle of a show.  I would have stayed on that stage forever if my curiosity didn’t compel me to explore more. I went behind the stage curtain and saw that there was a door on the far wall. I opened it and entered a backstage room. There were countless props on the back wall and on one side wall was a huge chalkboard with a table in front of it. Each of the side walls had a gable with a cushioned seat in them. I slipped over to one of the gables and looked out at the waning moon.  As I saw some rays of sun creep over the horizon, I suddenly remembered that I had to get a little more sleep before everyone else woke up. I ran back onto the stage and back down the stairs swiftly. It was then that I heard footsteps. I froze suddenly.

“Is that you, Maddie?” I heard Grandpa’s voice say quietly, as Grandpa emerged from one of the rooms and carefully shut the door.

“Yes,” I answered, wondering what Grandpa would say about me being here instead of my bed.

“Ah, so you found what was behind the curtain!” he said.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“In the middle of the night?” he laughed.

“Yes, you see, I went to get a drink of water,” I explained.

“Very well done, Detective Maddie. You found what you were looking for! Now you must get back to bed,” he joked, shooing me back through the curtain into the kitchen. I slipped back to my bedroom, hoping I would be able to sleep after such big excitement. I climbed back into the bed and closed my eyes, thinking of how much fun James, Della, and I would have behind the curtain. My mind was bursting of fun ideas and games to play. Maybe we could put on a play on Gigi and Grandpa’s stage! I was so excited to see what lay ahead. Eventually I managed to fall asleep.

It was late in the morning when I woke up again. I turned and saw that Della was already awake. I left the room and went to the dining room. Gigi had made some oatmeal and everyone was hungrily eating.

“I hear you found the curtain, Maddie,” my brother James said excitedly with his mouth full of food.

“James, mind your manners!” Mama scolded.

“Yes, ma’am,” James mumbled.

“I heard the same thing, Maddie,” Mama said with a smile. “You went adventuring in the middle of the night?”

“Yes, I did, Mama! The special curtain is in the kitchen,” I said.

“Next time I hope you will sleep when it is nighttime,” Mama reminded.

“Yes, Mama,” I answered.

“I want to see what is behind the curtain!” Della cheered.

“Oh, yes, Della, you will see what is back there,” I replied, smiling. “Mama, did you pack our swimming gear?”

“Swimming gear? Gigi and Grandpa have a pool?” James called loudly.

“Yes, they do,” Mama answered. “I packed your swimsuits.”

“I had no idea this place was so cool!” James cheered.

After breakfast, we children looked in the other rooms I had not looked in the night before. They were pretty bedrooms–one yellow, one orange, and one green. I took them upstairs and showed them  the stage and the backstage room. Then we all ran to Mama and called, “Can we play in the pool?”

“Sure,” Mama said as she handed us our swimsuits. “I’ll be out there soon to watch you.” We cheered and got our swimsuits on quickly.

“I’ll beat you to the pool!” James said to me, smiling. I ran to the kitchen, down the hallway, through the door, and out to the pool. Then I leaped into the cool, blue water, splashing some up at James. Then he jumped in and splashed me! We both roared.

“Maddie, James,” came Della’s voice, as she and Mama came out to the pool. “I am here to play too!” She grabbed a float and joined us in the pool. We raced, dove, splashed, and joked. It was a wonderful morning.