Spring 1934 Diary Entry

 

Spring of 1934

  Dear Diary,

   I can’t believe The Silverton Home for Girls has been open for several months now! Time sure flies, but life has been so good. Not long ago this was just a big dusty mansion with not a bit of love, but now it’s a home echoing with laughter and joy in every corner. 

   In the evenings I sit out back on the porch swing and watch. I watch the girls running back and forth, enjoying the space to really breath—space some of them have never known. I watch the chickens pecking around the ground for bugs, before finally making their way to their coop before darkness fully covers the land. I watch the sun slowly sink into the horizon, casting a beautiful orange glow over all the yard. 

     Well, it’s getting too dark to write further, so I’ll close for now. Keep pressing onward and keep your eyes fixed up toward our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. When we fix our eyes on ourselves or this world we feel hopeless and discouraged. It’s only when we fix our eyes on Him that we can have true peace.

   Farewell!

   -Evangeline 

Prequel to A Greater Purpose?

 

    

     Hello! Eventually I'm hoping to publish a prequel to A Greater Purpose. It will be about my life in India before coming back to Colorado. I can't wait until I an share that with all of you! For now though, here is a little sneak peak, from the prelude. 

    “Where are we going?” The little girl asked her nanny as they hurried towards town on foot, almost in a run. “Is everything okay?”  Hilda looked down at the girl, squeezing her hand a little tighter, and then at the toddler she carried on her hip. They trusted her completely. What could she say? So badly she longed to comfort them—to reassure them and say everything would be okay. But would it? These girls had been raised in luxury, living in the finest house and riding in the finest carriages. They were accustomed to having everything done for them. Hilda would wake them up each morning and help them change, combing Evangeline’s long black hair and tying a ribbon around dear little Charity’s curls. Breakfast was hot and ready by the time they descended the grand stairway and made their way to the table. Would they be able to survive in a place like this? More importantly though, they were used to being loved. The Master and Missus loved them so, and Hilda loved them too. 

Just then they reached town and saw a taxi which Hilda quickly hailed. She held the door as Evangeline climbed in, then carefully slid in beside her, sitting Charity down on the seat in the middle. 

“Salem Orphanage please,” she told the driver, and soon the taxi was moving down the street. Orphanage. The word that brings to mind the place where dozens of children crowd together in dirty, cold living corners. A place where angry keepers holler at the young ones to keep their voice down, and scarcely enough food is served to fill their hungry bellies. A place where children can hardly see the light of day, for unless the yard is fenced in thoroughly, they fear runaways. Oh, how can I leave the wee ones there? But leave them there she knew she must, for what other option did she have?