by Janette Oke
I cried out in repentance, and all of the bitterness began to melt from my soul. I then went on to tell God that I accepted His plan for my life, whatever it was, even if it meant I would be childless, and I would stop fighting against it and leave things in His hands. I no longer wanted to be miserable or to bring misery to others. I thought of Wynn and the pain I had caused him. I asked the Lord to forgive me, and vowed to ask Wynn to forgive me also.
I prayed for Samuel. I prayed also for Joe Henry Running Deer, that he would be a good and wise father. That somehow Joe might be given opportunity to know the Lord so that he could introduce Samuel, and any more sons and daughters that he might be blessed with, to the Savior.
I prayed for the young girl who was now Samuel’s mother. I prayed that God would help her in her motherhood. That she would be loving and kind, patient and caring, and that she would grow to love Samuel as I had loved him.
I talked to God about many things, keeping nothing back, and by the time I rose from my knees I felt clean and at peace again.
I knew there still would be days ahead when I might wish for a child. I would take those days as they came, asking God to help me through them, but I was sure that I would not chafe and be impatient and insistent. With God’s help I would look for the joy in life that He would choose to give me. It was foolish to go through life pouting and complaining and making myself miserable when I already had so much to be thankful for. I would make each day an experience with the Lord. I would find many things to thank Him for. I started out by thanking Him for Wynn.
Wynn knew as soon as he came in our door that something had happened. I shared my experience with him that night. We spent some time talking it over and praying together. It was good to feel whole and close again. “I shouldn’t have acted as I did,” I admitted. “I will treasure the memories of the days spent with Samuel. They will always be special to me.”
We removed the crib from the living quarters. We no longer needed those kinds of painful reminders. We had pleasant memories now, and we found that we could share them together. “Remember when?” one of us would say, and we would both laugh at the incident.
We cherished the pictures Wawasee had made. Many of them I mounted and hung in our bedroom. Each day as I looked at them, I thanked God again for giving us those precious months of parenting Samuel.
Wynn entered the cabin with a strange-looking document in his hands.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“A new posting,” was his reply.
“A new posting—how did you get that?”
“A special runner just brought it.”
“Can’t we just stay on here?” I asked, frowning as I thought of all of our friends in the village.
“The Force feels that it is not wise to leave a man for too long in one area.”
“Why?”
“There is the chance of becoming too attached to certain friends, or making enemies.”
“So where is it? Still in the North?” I asked, coming closer to get a look at the paper.
“It is, but it really doesn’t matter,” Wynn said rather absently. “I’m not going to take it.”
“You’re not?” I was surprised. Wynn usually did not question his orders. “How do you get out of it?”
“Request it. Under the circumstances, I think they will be reasonable.”
Wynn took the paper to his office and then came back out. He kissed me and turned to go. “We’ll talk about it later,” he said.
I did a lot of thinking after he had gone. Somehow I knew it was because of me that Wynn was thinking of questioning the order. I looked down at myself. I was still skinny, but I was eating better now. I was sure that in no time I would be up to the proper weight again. I was sleeping fine now, too, and I had resumed classes and was having ladies in for tea and getting out to the village. I was enjoying life again, and I was wise enough to know that when we left this village, I would be lonesome for the friends we had made. And the thought of leaving dear Nimmie brought a special pang of sorrow.
But I was no longer afraid, nor was I bitter. I was now willing to walk in God’s path for my life. With Him it did not matter where one lived or the circumstances of the living. Wherever one was located, there could still be peace and joy.
I did not bring up the matter of the letter. We had settled before our fire that evening when Wynn spoke.
“You wondered about that new posting,” he said, lowering the book he was reading. “It was to Smoke Lake.”
“Where’s Smoke Lake?”
“North and west of us.”
“Bigger or smaller?” I asked.
“A little bigger, I guess.”
“What’s it like?”
“It’s even more primitive than it is here.” There was silence for several minutes.
“You’ve decided not to take it because of me, right?”
Wynn hedged. “Well, not because I think you couldn’t handle it, only because I don’t think it would be fair to you.”
“Why?”
“As I said, it’s even more difficult and secluded than it is here.”
“What will you do then?”
Wynn had laid aside his book and was giving me his complete attention. “I will ask for a post back in civilization. If not Calgary or Edmonton, at least a fair-sized town where you can live similar to the way you are used to living, Elizabeth. The North has been hard on you. You’ve been asked to give so much, and you’ve always been willing, but it’s time now—”
I did not let Wynn finish. “You know,” I said, “it was good for me to make that trip to Calgary. I found out that stores and sidewalks and even bathrooms aren’t necessary for life after all.”
“You’re saying that you don’t want to go back?” Wynn asked incredulously.
“No, I’m not saying that. I could enjoy living back there, too.
But I don’t need it to be happy. I can be happy here just as well.
Don’t you see, Wynn, the important thing is being with you.”
“But I’d be with you.”
“In body maybe, but your heart would still be in the North. I wouldn’t want that, Wynn, and I don’t think either of us would be happy under those circumstances.”
There was silence again.
“So just what are you saying?” Wynn finally asked.
I stood up and walked to the fire. I threw on another log and watched the sparks fly upward, reminding me of the multitude of stars in the clear northern sky over our cabin.
“I’m saying, let’s take that posting, now, while we are young and healthy and want to do it. There will be plenty of time for city living in the years ahead. The people need us, Wynn. There are lots of men and their wives who are willing to take the city postings. We’re needed here.” I hesitated for a moment. “Who knows what exciting things might be just over the next hill?”
Wynn stood to his feet and took me in his arms. He looked deeply into my eyes. “You’re sure?” he asked me.
“Perfectly sure.”
And I was. With Wynn’s arms about me and God’s peace in my heart, I had no reason to doubt or fear anything the future might hold.
Children’s Books by Janette Oke
www.janetteoke.com
JANETTE OKE CLASSICS FOR GIRLS
(for girls ages 10– 14)
The Bluebird and the Sparrow
The Calling of Emily Evans
Drums of Change
A Gown of Spanish Lace
Heart of the Wilderness
Roses for Mama
PICTURE BOOKS
(for all ages)
I Wonder … Did Jesus Have a Pet Lamb?
JANETTE OKE’S ANIMAL FRIENDS
(full-color, for young readers)
Spunky’s Diary
The Prodigal Cat
The Impatient Turtle
This Little Pig
New Kid in Town
Ducktails
A Cote of Many Colors
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sp; A Prairie Dog Town
Maury Had a Little Lamb
Trouble in a Fur Coat
Pordy’s Prickly Problem
Who’s New at the Zoo?