Excerpt from chapter one, page 6 of “The Coming of Grace 1.”

Without any warning, she felt someone grab her from behind, and before she could let out a scream, she was pinned to the floor by what felt like an elephant. A hand went over her mouth, muffling her cries. The force that impacted her filled her lungs, to where she felt as if it is about to explode. He had almost knocked her unconscious, and mercilessly he ripped away from her innocence, leaving her in a pool of blood. She lay on the floor like a discarded ragdoll; whimpering in pain, she rolled over to see the monster cleaning himself off. Glaring down at her, he angrily instructed her, “Clean up this mess, and if you ever say anything to anyone, I will come back for you and Winifred…!”

From the Author’s desk.

Marjorie Delores

My objective is not to simply use stories as a catalyst towards a larger conversation but rather, be honest and thoughtful within my exchange towards a difference. Hopefully, a girl or boy somewhere will benefit like I had as a thirteen-year-old when I read the book. “I’m a beautiful Stranger,” which not only breathes renewal but also thrusts me unto this path, empowering me to believe in myself even when others didn’t. The Coming of Grace is my paying it forward to those like that thirteen years old who rouse above. It would be a double blessing if these books were to fall into the hands of adolescents who are perplexed or feeling lost. The coming of Grace is a two-part series.

The Coming of Grace

By

Marjorie Delores

It’s within His grace was where she finds love

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Part One of a Two parts series, available on Amazon August 15th, 2021

 “The Coming of Grace” chronicles an immigrant woman’s life experiences before and after transitioning to her new homeland, America. The protagonist, Rebekah Masters odyssey, is layered with suspense, drama, humor, with moments of inspiration. Rebekah’s story pays homage to women, some of whom have become silent or, tragically, they are no longer here.  Rebekah captures the essence of their struggles while celebrating those who arrived at their desired station in life. Rebekah’s life goes beyond giving a bird’ eye view of such a life. It encapsulates and reverberates the dynamics of the human condition in the nucleus of its resiliency to thrive when it all seemed impossible. Rebekah’s story, of which some are factual events, showcases the goodness of God, a centerpiece throughout Rebekah’s life, and how pivotal it is never to lose faith even when situations seem insurmountable. With her confidence and unwavering stance, knowing God would see her through, she came out on top into the fullness of her purpose.

Ocean of Tears

Like the waves of the sea,

You seek to erode my emotions,

Bringing in tides of fear and despair,

To cause distortions

Like water without salt

You take the savor of my peace,

Replacing it with seaweeds of deadness,

Sadness and grief!

Don’t you know the ocean claps her hands?

At my praise to God on high,

While its shores hold my tears and kiss it

So softly to the skies

Like photosynthesis, it evaporates

Into golden vessels carried by angels above,

Placed on the altar of incense

Surrounded by his love.

So let the waves roar, and make the tides ride,

For my tears have a language

That only heaven can transcribe.

                                           Reflections for the poem “Ocean of tears.”

Fear is the enemy that everybody has to deal with daily. It always lurks over our shoulders, waiting for an opportunity to come into our hearts, to distort our perceptions.  By finding a path through our belief systems, it executes its destructive devices on our hearts, soul, and minds, frequently leaving us vulnerable to life’s many pitfalls.  Our faith will never stand without the opposition of fear. So continues in  “Purpose Within Every Promise,” a poetry anthology that reaches you wherever you are in life, bookend by words of wisdom, which is food for the soul. Now on sale on Amazon

This is one of my favorite poems by Sophia, I couldn’t help but reposed it. I hope you will like it as I do!

Life!

I am not wise or smart enough to offer solutions to the complexities of life.

Neither have I lived long enough to understand the intricacies of life’s numerous wonders,

Ever unfolding through the corridors of time and space.

One day it’s me, the next it’s you, like a game of chess within the circle of life,

Giving way to the beauties array, from a baby’s cry to the sweet fragrance of daffodils,

One evoking the senses, while the other soothes it

Although separate, yet together each giving rise to its whole,

It’s for us to touch, taste, feel, and see the gifts of it all.

Which lies within you and lies within me, captured at our first given breath, we casually call life;

Even though it may be hard at times, it’s ours to have paid with a price by His omnipotence called “God.”

By

 Marjorie Delores

How Can I Retrace My Steps

How can I retrace my steps to better

yesterdays?

When love enfolds my days and permeates my

nights.

How can I retrace my steps to better

yesterdays?

When the sound of your name quickens my

pulse and expands my heart.

How can I retrace my steps to better

yesterdays?

When my heart beats like a drum at our

anticipated bliss,

Affirmed by the tenderness of your lips.

How can I retrace my steps to better

yesterdays?

When the big things didn’t matter much,

It was those little things that captured my

heart.

How can I retrace my steps to better

yesterdays?

Or should I?

Knowing those yesterdays fortified my today!

How can I retrace my steps to better

yesterdays?

Now that you’re gone, how can I retrace my steps to better yesterdays?

By

Marjorie Delores

Love Assured

He loves beyond comprehension,

It is a blessed assurance,

His Love takes away the fear,

Knowing he is always near,

The Love of God fortifies; it exemplifies,

This Love of God;

It’s supernatural, forever abundant,

It’s absolute, this fulfilling Love of God,

It qualifies, it justifies, and it satisfies,

This Love of God,

It defies judgment and shirks classification,

It cannot be contained or simplified,

This Love of God,

It is inexplicable, and it sanctifies, and it qualifies,

And his Love is where we live,

This Love of God.

By

Astoria Nickerson

Food for Thought

At times during interactions with others, at best, can be challenging. The pervasive ignorance mingled with intolerance breeds the worst of experiences.  However, life’s unpredictability, an equalizer, and non-selectiveness placed all in the crosshairs of circumstances to which no one is immune is a reality check. Even if someone is insulated through privileged with many resources, life holds the key to our existence. No one is invincible or has exclusive access to life’s unknown. This is something to think about. No matter how different we are by nature’s selection, the basic desires we strive for are the same, being heard, acknowledged, and love. And only time and chance have the answer to this, which we will never know. So, while we anticipate a response, let us acknowledge the importance of who we are to each other by accepting each other. Marjorie Delores

Smile

A smile can be inviting, mystique, and tender, yet it never really gives us a real picture of the full condition of the heart. How many times have we had to put on a smile when our hearts are breaking on the inside? We sometimes wear a mask to hide our pain, while laughter holds our spirit together. Some of us are expressive and open about our feelings, problems, and family issues, while others based on culture and perception handle pain and process it inwardly and secretly. Isn’t it amazing the most powerful tool we have, which is our mouth, holds such a mask for us to camouflage our disappointments and pain caused by the daily complexities of our lives?

This excerpt was taken from “Promise within Every Purpose” by Sophia Mahalia Lyttle. You can read the full quotation in her book, which is available on Amazon in paperback, Kindle, and eBook.

The Mystery of a Smile

A smile is a mystery of hidden stories

Of laughter, pain, and old glories

Its silence whispers unspoken words,

Of dark places never heard.

Its painted patterns hide the scars

Of stolen dreams and broken hearts

It casts a shadow of hidden doubt

Of moments caught in twilight sprout

A mystic gloat that ebbs and flows

Upon a wave of silent notes

A hush, a whisper, a tender gesture

Of life’s mixture, a blend of splendor.

“A smile is a secret kiss of the heart….”

Grace

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The Coming of Grace

The Coming of Grace chronicles the life of Rebekah Masters from childhood into adulthood. Her transitional journey from her Island, migrating to America towards her purpose in the confines of her struggles. As she hopes, the change occurred, and opportunity breathes anew, as expectation ushers in God’s grace, and it’s within His grace was where she finds love.

Below are excerpts from The Coming of Grace, a heartfelt, captivating, inspirational novel written by Marjorie Delores. Stay tuned for the pre-order release date.  The Coming of Grace is a celebration of possibilities within the grace of God. Scheduled for release early September on Amazon.

Winifred was away at the market, food shopping for the week’s provision, and Rebekah, an eleven-year-old, home alone, was responsible for doing her chores and cleaning their house. She went on with her work while daydreaming about her future. This became her routine since she was eight years old of cleaning the floors on her knees. Having placed the floor wax on the wooden floor, Rebekah knelt with the coconut brush in one palm. At the same time, simultaneously, the other hand balanced her during the buffing motion as she was listening to music blasting in the background. She shook her bottom to the music while buffing the floor on her knees in harmony with its captivating sounds, which ingrained in her soul, and she loved it.

Without any warning, she felt someone grab her from behind, and before she could let out a scream, she was pinned to the floor by what felt like an elephant. A hand went over her mouth, muffling her cries. The force that impacted her filled her lungs, to where she felt as if it is about to explode. He had almost knocked her unconscious, and mercilessly he ripped away from her innocence, leaving her in a pool of blood. She lay on the floor like a discarded ragdoll, whimpering in pain; she rolled over to see the monster cleaning himself off. Glaring down at her, he angrily instructed her, “Clean up this mess, and if you ever say anything to anyone, I will come back for you and Winifred…!” The trauma of that moment would become the onset of abuse that she had to endure. At the time, she could not fathom that this painful memory would grow to become the hallmark of her life.

On returning home, Winifred did not notice anything was wrong even though Rebekah could hardly walk and had been crying all day. Rebekah’s long and unpleasant history with her mother prevented her from telling her. Although she had wished otherwise, she felt Winifred would not believe her and instead saw it as her fault. However, one of the neighbors later noticed something was wrong with how she walked.

“Rebekah, come here!” Ms. Lucille called out to her.

“Yes, ma’am!” she answered.

Ms. Lucille inquired, “What’s wrong with you? Why are you walking like that?” The older woman’s authoritative tone made her uneasy, but unsure what to do, she avoided her gaze.

Filled with embarrassment, Rebekah stood in front of the older woman with her head down, looking at her feet, afraid of answering. But she then remembered what the man had said, and she contemplated what if she tells her the truth? What then?

“Rebekah, I am going to ask you once more. I expect an answer, and I want the truth. I know something terrible happened to you and I want to help…! Now, did someone molest you?”

At that moment, Rebekah rushed towards the older woman throwing her arms around her waist, nestling her head against her chest, crying uncontrollably. In response, the woman wrapped her arms around her, offering comfort. “I am so sorry, my child. Who did this to you?!”

Rebekah was inaudible; it was as if she was choking on her words. Her thoughts were like a chaos of all she had borne to that point.

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