What better way to celebrate the 300 Perlitas than with a party for children? I’m so thankful to God for giving me a second chance to give children my stories. I published my story papers in Peru and Bolivia in the 60’s, 70’s & 80’s. Then there was a “dry spell” because I was led to a different ministry, working on a curriculum for children that reaches all the Spanish-speaking world.
I’m so happy God gave me a second opportunity to do my stories. After the death of my husband and my battle with cancer, the Lord inspired me to do my stories on-line for free download. For six years, every week, there has been a life-application story in Spanish, but lately also in English. My grandchildren love them.
Who better to celebrate with but the girls? My grandson David is not a party kind of guy so he opted out, although he was right beside us in the living room, listening and commenting. Saturday afternoon we did our little party. In the morning, Sarah, the youngest wanted to contribute with a story. She made me very happy when she said, “I love the way you talk about God and Jesus in every story!” That’s exactly what I want to do. When she wrote her story, she wanted to do the same. Here it is. (If you wonder who Miss L. is, she is someone who loves stories. That’s what the kids call me, instead of saying Grandmother or Mormor (Swedish for Grandmother on mother’s side).
The Turtle and the Mouse
By Sarah Cole and Miss L.
Once upon a time there was a turtle named Flippy who loved to dance the flippy dance. Then there was a mouse who liked to sing.
One day when Flippy was dancing the little mouse, who was called Maria, came along to sing a song. She had a very squeaky voice that sounded far away.
The turtle made fun of her squeaky voice. The mouse Maria said you should not judge anybody’s voice.
“Sorry,” said Flippy.
“It is ok,” said Maria.
Then they became BFF’s.
The Bible says that we should love one another.
Jesus said: “Love one another.” John 13:34
Maria had an idea.
“We should have a concert,” she said.
Flippy and Maria danced and sang all day long a very long song.
“I’m sc… scared!” said Flippy. “I have stage fright!”
Maria said, “They won’t kill you! One of the Ten Commandments says, “Do not kill.”
So the turtle and the mouse continued to sing and dance.
Our Rascal cat wanted to be in the picture because he has been the inspiration for one of the stories. When the children’s dad found the cat in the woods and they adopted him, I wrote a story about the cat without a name who received a home and a family. Just like God does with us. We are lost… then we receive a family and a home, an eternal home! Praise the Lord!
In the front of the picture is my binder, with the 300 stories. On the right is a blue sign Brianna made for the 300 celebration. After Sarah had written her story, she made a new sign (the pink one on the left). If you look closely you will see that is says 301 stories! She was right. Now I had 301 stories. I have translated many stories to English (not I, but my friend Nancy), so now we have 84 stories published in English (or ready to be published). With what I have in Swedish it adds up close to 400! Do you blame me for wanting to celebrate!
The T-shirts we have on are a gift from my assistant Cristina. She had the bright idea of stamping my face on them. So we put them on for the celebration. On the back is the address for my Spanish ministry web site: hermanamargarita.com
What were we celebrating? That boys and girls, like these children in Comedor Betania (feeding station for underprivileged children) in Huancayo, Peru can have these stories and read about Jesus. Here they are showing the story and a card they received.
This was not a big party. But it was a celebration with the children most dear to my heart. Tomorrow I will post pictures from a celebration my assistant Cristina had in Lima, Peru.
Do you wonder what my celebration story was about? I wrote a short testimony of how God, at age 10, called me to work with children. Our faithful artist Absalom-Leon Sixco illustrated it. Welcome to read it!
My testimony story: 66 A Vision Come True