My Life Is An Injustice: Bethany Anne's Memoirs

By R.H. Knowles

As you read Bethany Anne's story, you may be reminded of similar things from your childhood. You may cry a little with her as she learns how to deal with loss. You may "high five" her for being creative enough to solve some of her own problems, like finding a little refuge in a quiet space for a nap. You may laugh out loud to some of her reactions to situations when she tells it like it is, from a four-year-old's point of view, especially if it involves anything about food. Join her adventures as she introduces you to a way of looking at life, through the eyes of a four-year-old.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9781643004525

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My Life

Is an

Injustice

Bethany Anne’s Memoirs

R.H. Knowles

ISBN 978-1-64300-451-8 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64300-452-5 (Digital)

Copyright © 2018 R.H. Knowles

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Table of Contents

Birthday Etiquette

Sandbox Rules

Playground Rules

Happy Meals

Preschool Blues

Big vs. Little

Dairy Queen (on a Weeknight!)

A Day with Daddy

The Great Bake Debate AKA Confessions of a Cookie Monster

Shopping Mall Adventure

The Wedding

Chores = Changes = Expectations

Christmas

Family Reunion a.k.a. a Baby Arrives

Little Girl Lost

Big Sister

Easter

Fourth of July

The Babysitter

The Horrors of Bedtime

Backyard Adventures

Camping 101

Treehouse Pledge

Neighborhood Mystery

My Birthday

About the Author

This book is dedicated to all the four-year-olds inside of us.

Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.

—Proverbs 22:6

When God designed and created

us, I believe he had four-year-olds in mind. To a four-year-old, life is an adventure waiting to unfold. Language-Cognitive skills are developed well enough to formulate not only questions, but many times, deep understandings of life.

I believe that’s why God continually refers to us as his children throughout the Bible. Like four-year-olds, we think we understand and know all the answers, yet can still get excited when learning something new. Consequently, like four-year-olds, we also have tendencies to live by our emotions, throw various degrees of temper tantrums, and always, inevitably, believe that life is an injustice. We also demand instant justification according to our finite, self-engrossed viewpoint of life.

I believe that God our Father looks at us through absolute love and joy when we finally figure it out and gently but firmly gives us that extra needed nudge when we are broken and discouraged about and by life’s injustices.

We must admit, no matter how old or wise we may be, there’s always a four-year-old inside us waiting expectantly to unlock the next mystery in life.

This book is written through the eyes of a four-year-old who has plenty of self-centeredness, yet profound insight and wisdom about life.

I think we can all learn a little from her about ourselves and our relationship with God.

Birthday Etiquette

My name is Bethany Anne.

I’m four years old, and I have one thing to say: My life is an injustice.

Would you like to know why my life is an injustice? Get comfortable while I tell you all about it.

The other day, my best friend Suzy and I were playing with my new baby and stroller. We were at my house, so of course, I’m the one who gets to make up the rules. Everything was going well until Suzy decided it was her turn to feed the baby and take her for a walk. Clearly, Suzy could see that I was still playing with my baby—okay, Mom says I need to tell you that I was coloring a picture across the room—but that’s beside the point. I was going to go back to the baby in a while, Suzy knew that, but obviously didn’t care. After I ran over and grabbed my doll away from Suzy, she started to cry. Suzy’s only just turned four, not older like me; I turned four a long time ago.

Anyway, I told her she couldn’t come to my birthday party, and then she started to cry harder.

I was so mad at her I told her to go home now. Of course, Mom came in and made me apologize (that means say I’m sorry). I didn’t want to, but Mom said Jesus wanted us to be friends and be nice to each other and forgive. I finally said, I’m sorry, but I’m still mad at her. I didn’t want to play anymore, so I told Mom I was really tired. Mom said it was nap time anyway, so Suzy went home, and I had to go to bed. I wasn’t really tired, but at least I didn’t have