Mizzie: (U R never alone)

By Margie Greene-Moss

This book is based on a real-life story. We go through life barely or never realizing that we are never alone. We are constantly being watched by spiritual beings. Mizzie stumbles through life not realizing the special blessings bestowed on her. She stumbles through life, like anybody else, until that final straw. She falls, and her eyes are opened. Mizzie sees visions of God as a preschooler. At a young age, her young mother takes her and her brother to New York City from a small town in Georgia. They left Mizzie's step-grandmother, Ma Flo, a godly woman, and Mizzie's uncle, who is an aspiring preacher of God's Word. She is away from family and loved ones, other than her dear mother. Mizzie's mother is not a churchgoing or godly woman. Yet Mizzie has a deep love for God and the things of the church. God wants us to remain as little children before Him. With a childlike spirit, God can guide and protect us as we go through this life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781644240328

Book preview

cover.jpg

Mizzie

(U R never alone)

Margie Greene-Moss

Copyright © 2018 Margie Greene-Moss

All rights reserved

First Edition

Page Publishing, Inc

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc 2018

ISBN 978-1-64424-031-1 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64424-032-8 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

To my mother who did the best she could do to provide for us. I know she has found rest and peace in heaven (1922–1980).

It was the image of a man, from His waist up. Mizzie could only see the right side of His face. His back was to her. His collarless white shirt had sleeves just like the choir robes they wear at church. The Man’s image stood in front of a big Circle. When the Man’s image faded, the Circle began to go round and round. The Circle had many sparkling colors.

As the Circle twirled, the many sparking colors bounced off one another. It was an amazing and mesmerizing sight. The Circle stayed a while as Mizzie stared at it, twirling and twirling. She never said a word. She just stared in amazement and awe. She is four years old and has the cutest round face with big brown eyes and a dainty little nose. She has short dark-brown hair, just enough to cover her head. Her hair will never grow long.

Her mother, B, short for Beatrice, said her hair would grow long. About every other day, B would patiently grease Mizzie’s scalp and pinch her hair up in little plats (name for braids in the south). Mizzie was in bed when she saw the Man and the Circle. She lived in her step-grandmother’s house. She lived there with her grandparents, her mother, her brother, and Carrie.

The image of the Man and the Circle was on the back door over two jackets that were hanging there. The bed faces at the back door of the house that opens to the kitchen and outdoors. Mizzie was not afraid of the images. When she saw them on the back door they made a feeling of happiness come over her.

Mizzie tried to tell her mother about the Man and the Circle, but B just looked at her and kept right on talking about something else. B did not seem to care, so Mizzie never mentioned the Man and the Circle again.

Children are pure in heart. The Bible says, The pure in heart shall see God. Many years later, Mizzie realized it was a vision from God. The man in the vision is Jesus. The Circle is a symbol of God’s eternal love, an amazing love that has no end. God made a pledge that morning to Mizzie. God pledged to always love her and to always be with her. Over the years, Mizzie thought of the images, but only very briefly, mostly during stressful times.

Mizzie’s step-grandmother’s house was an old wood-frame house with two big rooms and a kitchen.

The toilet (outhouse) was a couple of yards away from the house. The front room was where the family received company. This is the same room they would all sit in during a thunderstorm or just heavy rain. They sat in the dark for fear lightning would strike the house because of the electricity. Sometimes, Ma Flo (Mizzie’s step-grandmother) would cover her face with all her hair and walk around the dark house with a flashlight under her chin saying, "Wooo, wooo." Carrie (Ma Flo’s stepchild), Paul (B’s brother), and B would run around the house as if they did not know it was Ma Flo, and they were afraid of her, the monster.

The second room was the bedroom. They all had a bed in that one room. Mizzie slept in the bed with her mother and her brother. When Nathan, Mizzie’s grandpa got real sick, they moved their bed into the front room. In that way, Ma Flo could take care of him and not wake everybody in the house. Nathan had a stroke and could not help himself. Mizzie would sit at his bed in the front room and hold his hand for long periods of time, just sitting there. Everybody said Ma Flo took real good care of Nathan. Sometimes, a neighbor or midwife would come and sit with Nathan, so Ma Flo could do something else, like cook a special meal.

B was only sixteen when Mizzie was born. B was considered kind of tough, a little tomboyish. She never liked the idea of somebody getting best over her or her baby brother, Paul. She hated to lose. B was there when her mother was dying. B’s mother, Mollie, had a miscarriage, and they could not stop the bleeding. B helped her daddy, Nathan, take care of her mother. B was worried, but she did not cry. B would run and return with anything her father needed to help her mother. She watched out for her brother and kept him out of the way. She helped her daddy on the farm, doing most of the things her mother did before she got so weak.

To add to her toughness, B could beat her brother climbing trees, any day of the week. Later on, B will have to fight her brother’s battles. Her brother, Paul, was timid and would just cry and not fight back if someone hit him or took his toy.

When Mollie didn’t get any better, actually began to get worse, her daddy took Mollie in to town again to see the doctor. After her mama was situated, lying down in the back of the wagon with hugs and kisses, Beatrice and Paul were left alone with instructions from Nathan.

Anybody come by here, tell them I’m out back, fetching melons.

Stay close to the house, don’t go in the woods, listen to your sister, boy.

B was responsible because she was the oldest. B was eight, and Paul was six years old. There were no neighbors to be seen for miles. Nathan did not have time to spare, if he could get Mollie to town in