Poems from the Heart of Our Mum – the book

Poems from the Heart of Our Mum

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The author Ruth Barrington (nee Lawson) had written poems most of her life but she had never had the opportunity to published them. Chrissy introduced her mothers poems by publishing six of her mothers favourites inGlimpses of His Glory. After her mothers death in 2011, Chrissys father expressed his desire to have more of Ruths poems published. Chrissycommitted herself to the task of publishing her mothers writing for her father and the rest of the family. Chrissy and her three siblings also contributed a poem or brief article dedicated to their mother.

Please note, except for Emmaus Way, only minor editing has occurred to Ruth’s Poems. These are her thoughts, her words – from her heart. Making huge changes would make these poems the editor’s poems and for this reason, Ruth’s work has not been altered.

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Hope in the City

DELIVERED– A Peculiar People Collaboration

Amongst the group of writers I can claim to have written just one chapter but yes, I wrote Chapter four.

320_4654160An immigrant and her young daughter, struggling to reach their dream地 special needs child, searchingfor hope地 newly released ex-con, seeking forgiveness. They have one thing in commontheyre about to be touched by God in a way they never imagined. All through a simple postcard. Brought up in a strict Muslim home in London, Sulafa has recently experienced the transforming power of Jesus Christ. Now, despite fear of discovery and its consequences, she knows she has to spread the good news. In an act of bravery, she sends out postcards with a single message: Let me pray for you. Her simple request impacts lives and brings hope in the midst of hopelessness.

The second of many anticipated books from Peculiar People, Delivered is a collection of short stories that intertwine to deliver a single message. It is the work of twenty-five authors with one united voice, proclaiming the power of God to transform lives and His ability to do the miraculous in the most ordinary of circumstances.

Amongst the group of writers I can claim to have written just one chapter but yes, I wrote Chapter four.

Chapter Four

Hope in the City –by Chrissy Siggee

Seventeen year old Sarah stepped down from the train and looked around. Haunted eyes stared out from a gaunt face. She looked around to gather her bearings. Commuters pushed and shoved their way past, almost causing her to stumble under the heaviness of her backpack. The warped wheels of her worn suitcase flip flopped behind her as she followed the crowd. Shed come to Sydney for a new life. No one here knew of her former years, which she wanted to forget…

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Chilled

The tall young man shivered as he stood on the porch of his winter cabin that overlooked Lake Spokane, his coat unbuttoned and its hood pushed back. Tears trickled down his face. He wondered briefly if they would freeze before reaching his chin. But he didnt care.

Stephen, Keith spoke from the opened door. You cant stay out here much longer. Youre icing up.

Stephen stood staring out over the white frosted landscape that gave little hint of where water and land met. Silent sobs racked his body.

Getting frost bite wont bring her back, Keith persisted.

No, Stephen gulped. But its where I want to be. I feel close to her here.

Bethany wouldnt be standing out here in this weather.

Bethany should have BEEN here, Stephen replied coldly.

Standing now beside his grief stricken brother, Keith looked over the familiar scenery before them. Past winters with his father and Stephen played before him like icy shadows skipping over the whiteness. They loved winter, the snow, and their hunting vacations. After their father had died eight years earlier, Keith and Stephen continued their annual trips together for another three years守ntil they both married. The brothers vacations ceased, but Stephen and Bethany still came every winter. Keiths wife, Angela, preferred to spend winter in warmer climate so Keith had given his inherited share of the cabin to Stephen and his adventurous wife as a wedding gift.

Of all the things we did together: skiing, mountain climbing, shooting trips, scuba diving… Stephen swallowed. Who would have predicted a tree would fall on her car while she waited at a stop sign.

Stephen, youre freezing.

Its my heart thats chilled.

Keith reached for his brothers arm, guided him out of the bitter wind toward his fathers old rocking chair and made him sit. Snap out of it, Stephen. Its a relief to see you mourn…heaven knows I thought you would never let yourself grieve, but this is ridiculous. Youre chilled to the bone. I want to take you home alive; not in a coffin after you die from pneumonia.

Im already dead inside.

Keith sighed. Well, from the look of those frozen eyebrows and blue lips, it wont be long before the outside of you will catch up with your inside.

Stephen continued to stare beyond the porch. I cant live without her. His voice faltered. Why did she have to die? With his face contorted, a single sob broke loose.

I cant answer that.

Silence fell between them, disturbed only by the howl of the wind and Stephens sniffles.

Stephen didnt budge. Melted snow dripped from his hair and mingled with his tears.

‘Do you recall the winter Dad had an encounter with a bear? Keith said suddenly.

Stephen turned his head slowly to look at Keith.

Keith laughed. Remember? It was his turn to chop and he whined all the way out to the wood pile.

He was chopping wood for almost fifteen minutes before he realized that a bear had been watching him from just ten feet away’, Stephen added, trying to focus on the memory.

Keith smiled. Yeah, and we watched from the window and laughed when that big old bear chased him all the way back to the cabin.

And none of us could understand why Dad wasnt attacked, Stephen finished.

We didnt foresee Dads heart attack three years later either. He was fitter than me and you put together. Keith brushed ice from his younger brothers coat. We may never know why these things happen, but God does have everything in His hands.

Are you preaching to me, Big Brother?

Nope, just reminding you of what you already know. He paused. Stephen, dont let your heart stay chilled for long. The whole of you needs to find warmth in those who love you. Keith had finally gained Stephens attention. Angela and I have been worried about you. Bethanys parents are hurting too, and from what I understand, you havent spoken to them since the funeral. By the look of things, you havent done much talking with God either. We cant bring Bethany back, and no one can help you while your heart is so cold.

Stephen took a deep breath. Ill try. But how?

Youre thawing. Thats a start.

Melted snow began to seep through the front of Stephens flannel shirt. He shivered. It is rather chilly out here. Isnt it?

Keith grinned. You could also try and enjoy this winter圩or Bethany.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Beyond the Veil

Nothing appeared real. I embraced the moment and took in the scene before me. Was this the beginning, or the end? It didnt seem to matter. I felt at peace.

I was surrounded in a mysterious whiteness. There was a curious sensation of weightlessness like drifting on a summer cloud. I heard singing. I heard music, and beyond the sheer white veil before me, hands stretched out to me.

Come, a voice called.

I reached out and separated the white from white. Who are you? I whispered.

Come, the voice called again. It was a gentle voice, yet powerful and alluring.

I drifted through the mist and looked around. The image lingered. Lord?

Again, I heard His voice. Come. This time the image approached; hands still outstretched. Our fingers touched.

Come, my child. I love you, and I have plans for you.

Lord, show me your will for me. Im lost without you. Im lost in my confusion. Show me what I need to do. Tell me how to cope. I need you Lord.

Take my hand and trust me. Your heart is troubled my child. Why do you doubt? Your confusion will melt away; just like this vision. Only trust and obey. Go back. I have made you for a purpose, and this has not yet been fulfilled.

In an instant the white veil appeared before me again. We had turned full circle. The white on white image of my Lord blended slowly into the mist. I will trust you, I whispered into the air. The veil parted. I stepped out and drifted away.

My eyes were heavy and the sound of muffled voices invaded the peace. Something forced my left eye open and a bright light flashed.

Sally. Sally. Can you hear me? The voice became clearer. Im Doctor Sherman. Can you squeeze my hand?

I squeezed his hand.

Good girl. You scared us there for a while, the doctor responded.

Where am I? What happened?

I squinted at the torchlight in my right eye.

A nurse checked my pulse. Youre in hospital. Its been a long night. We thought we had lost you. Where have you been?

Where have I been indeed, I thought. But instead I asked, How did I get here?

Doctor Sherman sat on the side of the bed. You collapsed in your garden. Your daughter found you. She wasnt sure how long you had been unconscious. She called 000, and here you are. It was a minor heart attack but tests have shown little damage. We dont believe it was serious. Well run some more tests today and get a Cardiologist to visit you when we have the final results. You should be right to go home tomorrow if everything is okay.

I stared at the doctor and then at the nurse. I wasnt even sure how long I was staring. Can I see my daughter, please? I finally asked.

A few moments later Sheena, my precious only daughter, stood beside the bed holding my hand. You scared me half to death Mum.

Im sorry and Im sorry too that I havent been the kind of mother I should be. I色

Its not you that needs to apologize. You were right. John is bad news. Our relationship was wrong. Can I please come home? I need you to help me get back on track. Sheena lowered her head and sobbed.

Sheena, I love you and always will. I think we have some work to do on our relationship, and I have a feeling we wont be doing it on our own.

Sheena looked into my eyes. Tears ran down her face and tilted her head. Who?

Tears stung my eyes. Lets talk about it when we get home. In the meantime, I need some sleep. Please stay. Id like to have you here after my tests. Holding Sheenas hand in mine, I closed my eyes to seek a glimpse of white on white beyond the veil. Thank you Lord.

穢 Chrissy Siggee 2019

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Poems from the Heart of Our Mum – the book

Poems from the Heart of Our Mum

41u5swAc7GL._SX326_BO1,204,203,200_

The author Ruth Barrington (nee Lawson) had written poems most of her life but she had never had the opportunity to published them. Chrissy introduced her mothers poems by publishing six of her mothers favourites inGlimpses of His Glory. After her mothers death in 2011, Chrissys father expressed his desire to have more of Ruths poems published. Chrissycommitted herself to the task of publishing her mothers writing for her father and the rest of the family. Chrissy and her three siblings also contributed a poem or brief article dedicated to their mother.

Please note, except for Emmaus Way, only minor editing has occurred to Ruth’s Poems. These are her thoughts, her words – from her heart. Making huge changes would make these poems the editor’s poems and for this reason, Ruth’s work has not been altered.

Order Now: Poems from the Heart of Our Mum