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Yesterday in Mallorca, a sweet lady presented this purple orchid in my name to my father. IMG_20170429_112105 On the card it says “For my Poppy with love from your delicate flower”… I am so touched by this kind gesture.

Here are a few photos of my father:

I will miss him forever and a day. Please pray for our family.

Peace and Grace,

~Olive~

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Dear Readers and Seekers,

In October when I released my Kindle Book on Amazon, I gave them exclusive rights and removed all of my memoirs from this site.  But I have decided to post a few book samples for you to enjoy since that is not breaking their rules.

If you click on the “Memoirs” tab above, you can read the entire sample.  It contains excerpts from Part I, II, and III.

I have not been posting here very much lately for a variety of reasons, but I do appreciate you stopping by, and I try to visit your blogs on a regular basis as well.

Peace & Grace,

Sister Olive

~♥~

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Seeking Sanctuary: Part II

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The word “home” holds no meaning for me. I longed as a child to let my young green roots creep down into fertile nurturing soil, but I found only cold concrete and shallow sand. I became dry and prickly as a cactus, or like a brown ghostly leaf that does its death dance across highways and spins in mid air. That is before the Spirit injected chlorophyll into my being, and photosynthesis happened.

This chapter of my life is like a bizarre Fellini film with surreal carnival characters, or a Dali painting with melting clocks and a distorted sense of reality.

I have been asked why I wanted to live so dangerously when I was a teenager. Was I trying to destroy myself?  Was I looking for a father?  Was I searching for God?  I think all of these were mingled into one evil potion and there was no antidote for it. I had to “work out my salvation with fear and trembling.”


Through the Haze Darkly

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That same ragged butterfly with parched wings floated around street corners and circled bonfires and lamps in the dark. She sought a place to fold her wings in abandoned old houses, and sucked for nourishment from blistered dandelions in the cracks of sidewalks. The concrete gardens were filled with smoke and rubble but she could see something inside the fog, and it looked like a familiar garden from somewhere in her memory- or perhaps in her future.

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I was once asked to say a few words to a high school classroom for troubled teenagers.  I was caught completely unprepared, but I knew exactly what I wanted to say in that short window of time. I was not accustomed to speaking, but I had watched the problems in this class and listened to students, and I perceived the situation pretty clearly.  Some of the students had parents that never cared about their studies or paid them any attention unless they got suspended or went to jail.

So I improvised and made myself vulnerable for their sakes.  I told this group that I came from a painfully difficult background, abandoned by both parents and tossed around to foster homes and orphanages. Some things that were done to me were unthinkable. I told them that after being mistreated for years, I had so much anger in my heart towards the world that I wanted to lash out at everyone in authority.  I became wild and rebellious and lived in the gutters for several years as a teenager.

But one day, the light came on in my head and I knew that I wasn’t hurting anyone but myself.  None of the people who did these things to me cared to begin with, so why should they care now?  I had to make them care, and there was only one way to do that.  I could make something of myself and defeat them for once and for all.

I explained that I am sure many people have terrible stuff going on in their homes. “But why destroy your own life trying to get even or get someone’s attention?” I asked. The best way to get their attention and sweet revenge at the same time is to make something of your life and become better than those who wounded you.

After I had finished speaking, a coach who was sitting in on the class that day stood up and said tearfully.  “Boys and girls, you’ve heard many things in this class over the years, but what you have heard today is more precious than gold and I hope that you take hold of it.”

This is the reason that I have written my own story.  I didn’t write it to seek revenge or hurt someone or invoke pity, or even to get some things off my chest (although that was a nice fringe benefit).  I wrote it to help someone who is in the wilderness of their own life, looking for a pathway out.

I only hope that my story will “fall into the right hands”.

Peace & Grace,

Olive Twist

~♥~

Children sleeping in Mulberry Street (1890) Art.

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Several people have asked me lately how they can read my book since they don’t have a Kindle.  Kindle reading apps can be downloaded for free to computers and various devices through Amazon.  Here is the link to see which one works for you.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html?docId=1000493771

Thank you to those of you who have been reading my book and sending your remarks.  I am grateful to all of you.

Peace be with you,

Sister Olive

~♥~

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Good Grief!!

Calm down, I’m not deserting you!!  I’m just trying to take care of some other things too…wow, I didn’t know this could get so mushy!  I love you too, and all that jazz… (sob)…

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“The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faint. From the sole of the foot even to the head, there is no soundness in it, but bruises and sores and raw wounds…” Isaiah 1:5-6

I have read many blogs that have struck a chord with me and I have admired them very much, but one woman has opened my eyes to a world that no one should ever have to experience.

Stella Marr began visiting my blog recently, so I decided to visit hers and see what she was writing about.  I was shocked and horrified by her personal stories.  Stella is a former prostitute who writes about her ordeal with anguish and bravery, and her voice is immensely important in this time when our world has become so hypersexual. This subject resonates with me because I was molested and misused by numerous men during my childhood years.

One of Stella’s most poignant writings is entitled “An Ex-Hooker’s Letter to Her Younger Self.”  Please read it here:  http://secretlifeofamanhattancallgirl.wordpress.com/

Jesus always stood up for women who were victimized in society and He restored their dignity. As a Christian, I feel that we should encourage and comfort people like Stella who are using their voices to try to put an end to great evils, in this case the horror of sex trafficking. Because she has endured so much injustice and is brave enough to come forward with her story to try to help others, I would like to nominate her for the HUG (Hope Unites Globally) Award.

I admire you, Stella!  I pray that you will find comfort and peace in Christ and that you will hear His voice calling your name…

“Come unto me, all you that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest…I am gentle and humble at heart and you shall find rest for your souls.”  Matthew 11:28

~♥~

Here are the guidelines for the award: http://ahopefortoday.com/2012/01/14/hope-unites-globally-hug-award-guidelines/

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