Friday, June 15, 2012

Excerpt from Our Book

A sneak peek of the book I am writing, along with my family.  It may not be 100% accurate, for my memories are hazy from that time long ago when I was just four or five years old, but I do remember times like this, and the general feeling of it.  What a blessing godly mothers are!

Darkness and silence penetrated my being like a living force.  What was in the dark halls?  What lay beyond the window panes, creeping in the bushes or lurking beneath the swaying pine trees?  Why did everything seem so much scarier when the sky went dark?

I huddled under a blanket in the nursery, hoping someone would come along to keep me company.  And there!  Footsteps on the floorboards.  Mommy gently pushed open the door, a small smile lighting her face.

"Still awake?"

I nodded, blinking up at her.

She took me on her lap and enveloped me in her arms.

Softly, she sang, "Safe am I, safe am I, in the hollow of His hand.  Sheltered o'er, sheltered o'er, in the hollow of His hand.  No foe can harm me, no fear alarm me, for He keeps both day and night.  Safe am I, safe am I, in the hollow of His hand."

Her clear voice stopped, and again the stillness echoed like a tomb.

Then the tune that danced and cheered, "He owns the cattle on a thousand hills, the wealth in every mine.  He owns the rivers and the rocks and rills, the moon and stars that shine.  Wonderful riches, more than tongue can tell.  He is my Father, so they're mine as well. . . . He owns the cattle on a thousand hills--I know that He will care for me!"

I smiled, content at last to close my eyes and sleep.


Miss Jen said...

This IS beautiful!
Thank you for sharing!!

Melissa M. said...

Thank you, Jenny! I'm glad you like it. :) I'm wondering if the two songs should be switched around, because the sprightlier tune might not lead as well to sleep, and my memory isn't specific on the order.

Amanda said...

Aw, I remember my dad singing that song when I was little! Except I think the second line of his version was, instead of about sheep, "The gold in every mine". Fun memories. :)

Melissa M. said...

Yes, I think I had that line wrong! I remember it now being "the wealth in every mine." Thanks for your comment. :)

Sophia Smithe said...

When will the book be finished? I am looking forward to reading more! Childhood memories are so wonderful, are they not?

Melissa M. said...

I'm not sure, Sophia. It's really just in its infancy. Yes, I love to remember things from my childhood, and hear my siblings talk about it!