When her father passes away, she discovers that he has left her no money, plus the house is heavily mortgaged, leaving the bank to take possession of it. She moves in with her neighbor Will who also offers her a secretarial job in his auto insurance company. One day, an army officer stops by their door to tell her that Ben has died when the army hospital took a direct hit. She is crushed and faints. As time passes she begins to fall in love with Will, especially when he starts dating someone else. When she decides it's time to move out of his house, he declares his love for her and they get married.
When they return from their honeymoon, Elizabeth receives a letter from Ben who writes that he wasn't killed but has been a prisoner-of-war and will soon be home. She tells Will who is heartbroken and asks her whether she will stay with him out of loyalty or does he have her heart? She declares her love for Will and does not intend to leave him.
Will and Elizabeth have many happy years together and are blessed with a son. Their son marries and his wife bears him a daughter, but their son and his wife are killed in a car accident on the way home from a Christmas party, leaving their daughter to be raised by her grandparents; Will and Elizabeth. At this point, Elizabeth becomes angry at God, asking Him why He keeps taking away everyone that she loves - her parents, her first love, and now her son.
As we follow the life of Elizabeth Bishop, we experience love, loss and love renewed. Her life seems to be filled with tragedy and yet she holds on to her simple faith and continues to reach out to others. Elizabeth touches many lives as she learns to deal with the grief in her own. Cheryl Ladd does a wonderful job as Elizabeth and truly shows an amazing range of emotion.
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We are not to lay Christ down for anything or anyone. We are not to lay Christ down in order to chase a husband or wife. We are not to lay Christ down if He (or our relationship with Him) is making our children uncomfortable.
This piece of artwork is about forsaking all to follow Jesus, even when nobody else in the surrounding crowd is truly following him. The lone sheep wants all of Jesus and nothing of the religion of man. This sheep treasures fellowship with Jesus more than relationships with man.
Amazon.comFind in a libraryAll sellers Â_OC_InitNavbar("child_node":["title":"My library","url":" =114584440181414684107\u0026source=gbs_lp_bookshelf_list","id":"my_library","collapsed":true,"title":"My History","url":"","id":"my_history","collapsed":true,"title":"Books on Google Play","url":" ","id":"ebookstore","collapsed":true],"highlighted_node_id":"");Though None Go with MeJerry B. JenkinsZondervan Publishing House, 31 Jul 2001 - Fiction - 298 pages 9 ReviewsReviews aren't verified, but Google checks for and removes fake content when it's identifiedOne woman's costly decision will touch a lifetime of hearts.Born at the turn of the century, Elisabeth Grace LeRoy longs for something more in her life. Something only an eternal love can offer. It is a love she encounters at last--one that promises to fill her passionate heart completely and that calls forth her utmost in return. In response, Elisabeth makes the commitment that will shape her entire life: a decision to follow Christ always, no matter the cost. So begins a remarkable love story--a legacy of faith that weaves together two world wars, the Great Depression, and deep personal sorrows as the dramatic background for displaying the courage, grace, joy, and far-reaching impact of a life lived truly and fully for God. What people are saying - Write a reviewUser ratings5 stars84 stars03 stars02 stars01 star1
Reviews aren't verified, but Google checks for and removes fake content when it's identifiedUser Review - David - Christianbook.comFirst, I must say that Vicki and I just watched the DVD, what a powerful story line from the start all the way to the finish. We were in tears a number of times, great stroy!!!! The story impressed so ... Read full review
This column, called "Thanks, Class of 2020, for Our Ordinary Times" is a note to this year's graduating classes -- classes who will not have their traditional farewell celebrations. As a teacher, I will miss the chance to wish my students well. I hope that this column will express the deep affection that teachers develop for students over the years, and how our prayers and good wishes go with them in spite of -- indeed, this year, to a greater extent because of -- the situation in which they leave our schools and universities and embark into uncertain times. I hope that it will be of interest to your readers, especially to teachers and to members of the Class of 2020.
I love the joy, pageantry and traditions that make these celebrations true highlights of academic life and happy milestones for graduates and their families. Yet, for me, commencements are also tinged with sadness. While they launch new beginnings for graduates, they are also bitter-sweet farewells to students I have come to cherish.
I will miss being with my colleagues on the staff and faculty as we share our pride in you and our common joy that, in our many different ways, we each contributed a little something to get you to the finish line.
You were once strangers to me and to each other. Through many different paths, we came together for a time and shared a unique season of our lives. I am grateful I had those years with you, even though this time has ended in a way none of us would have predicted when first we met.
Some of you have known great joy during these years we have shared as you welcomed children, became aunts or uncles, achieved academic success, and wear new rings on your fingers. Some of you have known great sorrow and miss loved ones who started this journey with you but are not at your side now to share your joy.
Some of you may have exciting prospects that lie right ahead of you. For some, this pandemic may have stolen more from you than your graduation celebration. For most of you, and for me, the time we spent together included both joys and sorrows -- just like life itself. For the way we were able to spend these years together, and the way you so often inspired me with your everyday kindness to each other, to our community, and to me, I am deeply grateful.
I have thought that a plain, unvarnished account of a servant's trialsin his efforts to secure his freedom might not be uninteresting. Itis given as nearly as possible in his own words. Oby is now withme, my dining-room servant. He has learned to read himself what Ihave written.
Charlottesville, Virginia. M. S. de V.
Mother was mighty good to us, and I know she meant it all for the best, but, to save my life, I could not help thinking of what Uncle Henry said, and what a fine thing it would be to be free, and to have twelve dollars a month and nothing to do. So I went over to Colonel Wood's Aleck and we talked it over behind the wood-pile, where nobody could hear us, and he told me how he knew a plenty more who would go away as soon as ever the Yankees came. He said they were fighting for us, and if we wanted to go we need not run away by night, [...] but we might ride off on a fine horse, in the middle of the day, and our masters could not say a word against it for fear of the Yankees. So I promised I would join him, and when we heard that General Sheridan was coming this way, with a hundred thousand men, we knew that the Confederates could not stand before him, and we agreed we would go off all together. [...]
On Tuesday, early in the morning, as soon as master had had his breakfast, we all slipped out and went down to the road, where we found a great many people standing about and talking of what the Yankees were going to do with the house, and the servants, and the town itself. Down by the lake, where the road from the house comes into the turnpike, and not far from the little lodge, stood a heap of gentlemen, who had come up from town to beg pardon of the General, and to ask him not to burn them all out. They were mightily scared, and Mr. Fowler, the tailor, who is a great goose, as I have heard it said often and often, looked white and shook in all his limbs. It could not be from the cold, for although the rain had stopped overnight, it was quite mild in the morning. Alongside of them, but a little apart, stood master and some of his friends; I don't know if they had come too to ask the Yankees to spare the house. Soon one man came flying down the hill, and then another, and then three or four together, galloping right by us without ever stopping, and just crying one after another, "They are coming! they are coming!" [...] Every now and then somebody would cry out, "There they are!" and we all looked up to the top of the hill, behind which the road was hid, and when a man slowly rose over the brow and it turned out that he was on horseback, we thought sure enough there were the Yankees. So we stood hours and hours, and just when we thought they would not be coming that day, two men rode up the hill and down again slowly, then three more, then a dozen or more all in a body, with flags in their hands; and at last the whole turnpike was blue, and we knew for a certainty they were come. We just looked at one another, and I felt mighty queer; but Uncle Henry and all the others, who stood way down by the stile, looked exactly as if they were going to shout to the sky and to jump out of their skin. Aleck looked at me too, and winked, and shut his eyes, and shook all over, till I could not help myself, and I laughed, and they all laughed, and it set the others down at the stile a-laughing, and we held our sides and did not mind master and his friends looking at us as if they did not like it at all.
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