At first, I thought it was rather silly since umbrellas weren't in the bible, let alone invented. But, despite this, the message of the cartoon was that although others may laugh at you for doing things such as saying prayers before you eat or singing a song about the bible is that to not think of what others say or do but to want to please God instead. In Acts 4:19 Peter says,"Whether it be right in the sight of God to hearken unto you more than unto God, judge ye."
This message is not only for children but also for adults. Many Christians are too ashamed or embarrassed to profess their faith because of what they fear what others would think of them. But who should we want to please more? God or man?
For the rest of my post, it will be a continuation of a story I had promised to show some more long ago. So with further ado, here is the rest of the first chapter.
(If you think it is rather silly, I am sorry. I wrote this about three years ago so I might have to change it in a few places. And there is more of this story. I had wrote about 8 or 9 chapters.)
“Goodness child!” she yelled in
surprise as she stared at Abigail’s feet, “no young lady should be prancing
around in the mud in bare feet!” “I’m sorry,” Abigail replied back cordially,”
but you know how much I love to feel the grass under my feet.”
“That is true, my dear” she
said warmly and gave her a quick embrace,” but when you were off you forgot to
eat your breakfast! No one should start their day without a good ol’ bowl of
oats.” Abigail nodded in agreement and accepted the bowl of warm cinnamon
oatmeal. “Thank you, mama,” she said between mouthfuls. Her mother gave her a,
“You’re welcome” and went back to taking care of her quaint flower bed. With a
picturesque smile, Abigail skipped merrily underneath an old pear tree and sat
down.
She set all her art supplies at the stump and put her portrait under the
tree carefully so it could dry. After she was done wither precious art pieces,
she said her grace and began to eat her oatmeal when all of a sudden a pear
landed right on her outstretched legs. She looked up to see a young boy with a
mischievous grin sitting above her. His thick golden blonde hair was ruffled,
almost covering his hazel green eyes. “Hi’ya Abbey!” he said with a smile as he
jumped down next to her. He leaned his head back on the tree and plopped a
handful of blueberries into his mouth.
“So how are
you, Will?” Abigail asked as he finished munching on his berries. “Mighty fine
so far, Abbey, just wish your momma would give me a big bowl of that oatmeal!”
he replied back as he stared hungrily at her food. “Sorry, pal, but these were
meant for me and only me. Besides, you probably already had three breakfasts so
far,” Abbey said with a snicker,” but any who, did you bring the paints?” He
gave her a puppy dog, look but as it never worked on her; he gave a sigh and
pulled out a small blue sack with a ribbon tied around it.
“You know, these are
mighty hard to come by. I would only get them for someone who was mighty close
to my heart.” Abigail did not hear the ending of his sentence, but was
excitedly opening up the bag to find all kinds of vibrant colors. “Oh Will!” she gasped in surprise, “these are
just what I have been needing!” There were about twenty paints in all of blues,
whites, purples, reds, and every other color under the sun.
“Anything for
you Abbey,” he said as he scooted closer to her. Now, Abigail was a young girl and
not knowledgeable in the art of love. She always viewed boys as friends,
nothing more. So naturally, she took this action as brotherly affection and did
not bother to think any more of this spontaneous feat. That day was to be the
first of her learning what love is. As she chatted away with her friend under
the pear tree, a young vagabond came walking towards them.
Will immediately jumped up in
front of Abbey, ready to defend her for life or death. The young man looked at
him in surprise and gave a bow. He had dark brown hair and his grey eyes
appeared friendly to the young Abigail. “Will, wait,” she said as she stood
next to him and put her hand on his arm. ‘No, Abbey! Haven’t you heard of the
stories lately of kidnappings and robberies?! I’m not taking any chances with
this hobo!” He then lunged at the man but the vagabond moved swiftly and held
Will’s arm behind his back which caused him to cry out in pain. “Will!” Abigail
gasped as she ran up to them. She looked at the man’s eyes and he looked into
hers.
“I just want to talk, ma’am, that’s all,” he said respectfully. She
stared at him for a while, not exactly sure what to do. Something about him was
different, and she trusted her instincts. “Alright, I will talk just please let
my friend go,” she said calmly. He then let a frustrated Will go, who was about
to lunge again, until Abbey convinced him not to until they knew what he
wanted. He then calmed down, but gave the man a look of a mad dog.
“What do you
want?” she asked him. He cleared his throat and began,” Well, I have been
traveling for an awfully long time and I just want to settle down a bit. The
only problem is, I need a job and lately no one has been kind as you have to
just listen to my two cents. Is there anything around here that I can help you
folks with until I get back on my feet? You don’t have to pay me money or
anything, just a roof over my head and food for my tummy.” Abigail stood there,
pondering.
“Not a chance! Just look at this guy! He’s bad
news, Abigail; I don’t trust him for a second!” Will grumbled. “But you do not
know anything about the man, and besides, he just wants a job and a place to
stay until he can get up on his own, please just watch him so I can go get
momma out here,” she said to him in a tender soft voice. Her pleading looks and gentle voice calmed
Will down as he whispered back, “Fine, but be quick.” With that Abbey ran away
from the two men and went to her momma inside of the house. She was actually
napping in a rocking chair and Abigail woke her up and dragged her outside. On
the way to the where she was, she explained everything to her momma.
Exclamations of “Goodness
Gracious”, “Mercies Alive”, and the occasional gasp are what Abigail’s momma
uttered throughout the whole story. When she finished, her momma looked her in
the eye and she said,” You did the right thing for getting me, sugar. You just
stand by Will and I will talk to this young man.” When she said this, Abigail
just walked up to Will and watched as her momma walked to the young man. She
stared him down for a moment, and then all of a sudden she started cheering
which made Abigail and Will turn their heads to her. “Abigail, this is none
other than Peter Bloom!” she said as she gave the man a hug. “Do I know him
momma?” Abigail asked with confusion. “Do you know him, by golly you couldn't have! You were only four years old when he and his family moved! Speaking of
which, how is your ma and pa?”
The young man was watching her in surprise too,
not sure what to do or think. He looked at his feet for a moment with a sad
look on his countenance and then glanced up at each one of them. He then
replied,” They died, seven years ago from a fire. How do you know me and my
family, ma’am?” Abigail watched her momma as she became very solemn with what
he had said,” Oh, you poor child! I will tell you all about it once I get you
to sit down and eat a bowl of oatmeal,” she said lovingly as she led him to the
house. Abigail walked behind him, not sure what to think or do but watched in
silence. “I still don’t like him, Abbey. Not at all,” Will said to her in a
sharp tone. They continued to walk to the house, with Abbey’s forgotten oatmeal
still under the pear tree.
And that is the end of the first chapter! Stay tuned for my next segment, which I might forget to post soon so I'm going to go ahead and say I'm sorry if that does happen.
Thank you for reading and I hope you all a blessed day! :)
Brookie
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