Faith Comes Like a Waterfall, from Heavenly Places

By G. Brown

The title Faith Comes like a Waterfall from Heavenly Places; comes from the fact that Abby could never have endured her trials without the assistance of heavenly intervention. As Abby's adventures take her through parts of Canada and across the United States. She also chose to speak up for things that occurred in her family's life. (While the story is true, the names of the characters have been changed to preserve their privacy.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781644584255

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Faith Comes Like a Waterfall, from Heavenly Places

G. Brown

Copyright © 2019 by G. Brown

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Table of Contents

Early Days

Whitehorse, Yukon

The Park

Toronto, Canada

New York State and Minnesota

Morton, Minnesota

Gilbert, Minnesota

Trip to Washington State

San Diego, California

Back to Tolstoy Farm

The Sun House

Last Year of Public School

The Tree House

The Accident

Waukon, Washington

Pequot Lakes, Minnesota

A Tennessee Experience

The Farm Explained

Trip to Homestead Farm

Experience in Healing from a Bumpy Life

To my family and all who have been a part of my life

Acknowledgment

Faith comes slowly.

In remembrance of two children that lived in the 1700s, named Thankful and Comfort. To them, I am utterly grateful and blessed!

Thanks to all, even those that made life not easy. It all has helped one way or another.

A special thanks to God, Jesus, and Holy Spirit and all the heavenly hosts that run along beside me as I run the race!

Faith Comes Slowly

This book is based on Psalm 45.

My heart is stirred by a noble theme as I recite my verses for the king; my tongue is the pen of a skillful writer.

You are the most excellent of men and your lips have been anointed with grace, since God has blessed you forever.

Gird your sword upon your side, O mighty one; clothe yourself with splendor and majesty.

In your majesty ride forth victoriously in behalf of truth, humility and righteousness;

Let your right hand display awesome deeds.

Let your sharp arrows pierce the hearts of the king’s enemies;

Let the nations fall beneath your feet. Your throne, O God, will last forever and ever;

A scepter of justice will be the scepter of your kingdom.

You love righteousness and hate wickedness; therefore God,

Your God, has set you above your companions by anointing you with the oil of joy.

All your robes are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;

From places adorned with ivory the music of the strings makes you glad.

Daughters of kings are among your honored women;

At your right hand is the royal bride in gold of Ophir. Listen, O daughter, consider and give ear:

Forget your people and your father’s house. The king is enthralled by your beauty;

Honor him, for he is your lord.

The Daughter of Tyre will come with a gift, men of wealth will seek your favor.

All glorious is the princess within her chamber; her gown is interwoven with gold.

In embroidered garments she is lead to the king;

Her virgin companions follow her and are brought to you.

They are led in with joy and gladness; they enter the place of the king.

Your sons will take the place of your fathers; you will make them princes throughout the land.

I will perpetuate your memory through all generations;

Therefore the nations will praise you forever and ever.

(Psalm 45:1–17, NIV)

Introduction

Let me introduce you to Abby. This is her story. Prepare to be absorbed by the journey as you read about her travels and endurance. She is the third child born into a family of six children. This is a journey of how she always comes to the aid of others and that sets her apart. She accepts the responsibility to parent her siblings at a young age. Her story is one of being raised by parents that were negligent with their children. Abby always had a roof over her head, but she learns how to be cunning and calculating while still a child to survive. She tells about her life from birth until sixteen.

Her mom was a stay-at-home mom who suffered from mental illness. Her dad was a teacher and was a functioning alcoholic. Both her parents were educated. Abby’s mother graduated from Secretary College and her father was a Notre Dame graduate and served as a WWII bombardier.

Childhood was hard from the beginning. She was about to be born when her mom’s mother died. Because she was about to give birth, her mom was unable to go to the funeral and fell into a deep depression resulting in Abby being hurt in the womb. Dad was physical and emotionally abusive to his family. Although her parents were immature, they still had six children and were a rootless family.

Follow Abby’s life adventures as you read on in the pages. Faith is built as life unfolds year after year. Put yourself in her shoes as you learn about her life. Words spoken while staying at an aunt’s home is as if her aunt had understood and showed her the greatest compassion. She is the one relative with the biggest heart as if she knows exactly what Abby needed. A relative that understood what she had been through.

Early Days

I was born in the Midwestern United States of America. My family moved frequently going from state to state. Two siblings were born in Illinois, two in Michigan, and the last two in Montana. My earliest memory was being held as an infant while in a work shed, I saw a workbench of sheep shearing tools. The family business was shearing sheep for the wool to sell. This was a memory that nothing could erase. Ours was a nomadic family, together physically but did not have relationship.

When we were in northwestern Canada, I remember the good feelings when seeing nature’s beauty—the rushing water in rivers, waterfalls, birds singing, the taste of the cold water, and the smell of fresh air spoke to me. I treasured these memories of the land to the north.

As the family wandered farther north, in British Columbia, I saw the beautiful mountain goats on the rock ledges. We stopped at a hotel in the town of Hope, British Columbia, Canada, which is part of Fraser Canyon. We stayed at a campground next to the hotel office. I met a friend, a boy, the son of the owner. We swam together in the aboveground pool. I realized at an early age that I connected with people outside my family but not within my family. I was an individual and different from my family yet part of it. You should be safe in a family, but I did not feel safe. I needed to learn how to interact and relate to others and understood; I had to learn it outside of my family.

Once when we stopped at a diner, I thoroughly enjoyed the ice-cold milk on the breakfast cereal. I seemed to be the only one that was grateful for small details. On the drive, I was impressed with the tunnels through the mountains. It was all breathtakingly beautiful. A warm feeling captivated me as if the mountains were actually hugging me. We came upon a trading post along the road. Dad bought this huge rifle, the kind used to kill a grizzly bear. We were in grizzly bear country, but I was terrified at the sight of this rifle. I already felt uncared for and now was afraid.

As this journey continued, we camped, which was economical for the family. I recalled the pink-and-blue flowered metal cereal bowls used for meals. Oh, what a breakfast it was to have cold milk with cereal and just picked wild berries. One day when traveling, we came upon a car