Good Night!!

Even back in grandpa's time they had something to help you sleep. It was called work.

Two Mother's Twin Daughter! (A book to read after your work is done. lol)

http://www.amazon.com/dp/1500449962!)

In the midst of World War II, England swarms with Allied troops. Eighteen-year-old Marita Parson falls in love with dashing Canadian soldier Randall Smith and defies her straight-laced parents by, marrying Randall and setting off a chain of events that will forever alter her young life.

Whisked off to that vast land across the ocean, Marita arrives in Canada scared and alone. There she discovers that Randall is not the man he says he is and may even have a criminal past. Going back to England is not an option, and the situation grows even more complex when Marita finds out she is pregnant with twins.

Marita gives birth to identical twin girls, but faces a heartbreaking decision: should she keep both babies and subject them to a miserable life? In an act of charity—or desperation—she gives one of her beloved daughters to a foster mother and tries to hide her grief by pouring all the love she can into raising her remaining daughter, Emily. It is not enough, and she seeks to fill the emptiness in her soul with God’s enduring grace.

When Randall finally returns, Marita faces the ultimate test: should she reveal her secret to him and possibly destroy any chance of happiness she might find?

Two Mothers, Twin Daughters is an inspiring story about the amazing power of God’s redemptive love.

Predator

Now, why did I have to dream about him?  In spite of things that happened in my childhood and teen years, I haven’t been plagued by those kinds of dreams. Why now?

                There was a large glossy topped table between us but it was obvious that he was after me. I would rapidly walk a few steps then stop. So would he. He would cross his arms and give me a slightly sneering grin. I glanced around at the wood-paneled walls. No windows and doors in sight, no escape route. I started moving again and so did he. This kept on for a while. I knew he was just wearing me down in his tormentingly leisurely way.

                I dropped to my knees, putting my head on my arms, and cried out to God. Then my alarm rang.  He vanished, but I was still troubled. Why did I dream about him?

                My husband had an explanation that echoed my own.

                “It was a good dream,” he said. “Because you knew where to turn, you cried out to God.” (Something like that.) “Your Dad represents evil to you.”

                But why did I dream it? Why, why? And then I knew. There are those of you that are facing situations like that. You and ‘him’ seem to be going round and round the table.  He ‘knows’ he will wear you down eventually and is gloating. But will he? Does he have to? No. Sure you have an adversary, but you also have an Advocate. Jesus is our protector and guides out of difficult situations.

                But do you have an advocate? Have you found Jesus to be a haven of rest ‘in the trying scenes of life’ as one song put it?  He doesn’t wave a magic wand and make all your troubles disappear but He will be there for you making you stronger, giving you comfort. Admit that you can’t ‘escape’ on your own. Admit that you are poor and needy in need of a Savior and commit everything to the lovingly Heavenly Father’s care. 

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Tears of despair trickled down her careworn cheeks as she gazed out the darkened window. Day and night the Evil One is demanding that I let him have the boys. But how can I? They are precious to me! Mentally she looked around her bleak surroundings and groaned deeply. Now that my husband Lawe has died, I have nothing to offer to keep them out of the creditors clutches. I have no talents, not charm, no money"—

                        “Nothing?” The barely audible voice stilled her troubled soul.