Travelling the High Road

"Poor Mama. That night, December 23, 1919 Grace was born and 9 days later the winds from the cold Atlantic mourned across the snow-covered graveyard where three lonely figures stood beside a tiny coffin ... [her little 2 year old daughter Bernice had just died of diptheria] . . .

"Mama's young face had quiet peace, for she had dealt with her grief at the throne of grace. God's promises would never fail! She had looked unto the hills and found, in God, a very present help in her time of trouble.

Some travel the high road in the hills, from peak to peak, where light lingers linger. Some travel in the valleys where they walk in the darkness of their own shadow. Mama would choose to walk the high road with God. She would walk in the light of His grace."

~ from *FIRST WE HAVE COFFEE* by Margaret T Jensen, a book that I found at a local thrift store a few months ago.

Just in the past few days, 3 visitors have told me that it is a wonderful story and yesterday afternoon I began to read ... I was hooked before the end of the 1st chapter, which is a very good sign :o)

. . . so this is the 1st of what will likely be several quotes from this warm and inspiring story.

Blessings,