I went to a Bible study this evening. And I walked away feeling better than I have in a very long time.

I couldn't be around large crowds for months because of my surgery. It had compromised my immune system. But I am better now and I am able to be around people again.

The ladies at the meeting are very kind women. Most are broken people, like me, trying to find their way to be whole again. Through God.

Two of the ladies sang a song this evening about how when we get to Heaven there will be no more pain no more sadness. I sat with my eyes closed and felt God's peace.

Since I was away from Church for so long I noticed things creeping in that I didn't like. I want to try to my best to be what God wants me to be.

It is hard at times , because sometimes I am drawn to things that aren't good. But I have a strong desire to serve God and turn away from all that does not please Him.

I feel like this Bible study is going to help me get back to the place I use to be.


Sending you all love...Nita

Part 3 The Journey of Rosemarie Alcott

I was back at the corn field again..Running and looking behind me in desperation. When suddenly unseen hands were pulling me down and ripping my clothes off. I woke up screaming and instantly Tabitha was beside me.

"Your OK..your OK..It was just a nightmare." She spoke soothingly while she patted my shaking hands, only stopping long enough to pull the grungy tan hospital chair close to my bed.

I fell back on the hard pillow and sighed deeply. I wanted to remember what had happened. But only bits and pieces were coming back.

"Rosemarie, I don't know why, but I haven't asked you if you have any family. Do you have somewhere to go when you are released tomorrow?" Tabitha asked.

I closed my eyes ashamed of the response I was about to give, even though it was true.

"I don't have any family. My real parents died in a car wreck when I was little and I have been moved around from foster home to foster home since I was two.
I have a small apartment in town, but I feel scared to stay there alone until they catch whoever did this to me." I was looking at my fingernails as I talked. Sad that they were broken and blood stained.

"Then you are coming home with me." Tabitha beamed.

"Are you sure? I asked hesitantly. "You don't even know me?"

"You're right, I don't know you and you don't know me but you need someone to help you right now. And I need help on my farm. How would you like to learn to run a farm?" She was smiling a hopeful smile.

"I would love to. I always wanted to live on a farm since I was little." I hope I hadn't answered too quickly.


The first thing I noticed as we pulled into her driveway, was the sprawling pink rosebushes that lined each side of it. I had never saw roses so beautiful. When I opened the car door the fragrance of the roses washed over me. I felt a lump in my throat and willed it to go down.

I looked to my left and saw the most amazing vegetable garden I have ever seen. There were 4 rows of tee pees covered in green beans. Every kind of tomato you could imagine was planted in neat weed free rows. There was so many more vegetables planted, but I didn't recognize them.

Behind the vegetable garden was the biggest flower garden I had ever seen. Rows and rows of Zinnias and Cosmos. I knew about flowers because of my 3rd foster Mom. She liked to plant flowers in the Summer while she downed her Margaritas. It was a bittersweet memory.

Tabitha saw me taking it all in and just smiled. "I use everything on my farm to make a living. And it is rewarding work. I am up in the mornings watering and weeding. And I put dinner in the oven or in the crock pot before I begin. We will have fresh salads every night with dinner. I will teach you how to pick the greens."


I smiled at her and in my heart I knew I was home.


to be continued....

by Nita Barrow Zimmerman

I had some unexpected events this week that put me behind, so I will post the third part of my story by Wednesday.

Hope everyone is having a great weekend.
xoxo Nita