Window (1) GOD'S
My parents, Elgie and Ruth Moore, were very
busy with the family wash on a special day in July, the 4th. God
had already blessed their home with two sons. Glen, age 6 and
Dick, who was 4. It was common knowledge that any day the Moore
were going to have another little Moore. Well, this did turn out
to be a special day for that looked for baby decided it would be
a good day to declare its independence.
My excited Dad made his way to a neighbor's
home to call the doctor. However, he was out celebrating the big
day and could not be reached. Abbotsford, Wisconsin, where my
folks lived, wasn't a very big town, but they did have another
doctor whom Dad called. When he had examined my mother he
realized it was going to be a very difficult breach birth.
Thankfully, he had seen Mom's doctor coming in to town as he was
coming to our home, so Mom's doctor was called along with a
nurse. There were many times it looked like neither mother nor
baby would make it. But you see God had some special plans and
mother and baby both lived.
My parents named me Arlene Ruth--Ruth being my
mother's first name. My brothers weren't sure how they would like
a little sister, but they accepted me very well. My weigh at
birth was 9 pounds, and by the time I was 2 years old I was
rather pudgy. But I was loved and was part of a very happy
family. How would you like to be named PUDGY for the rest of your
life? Well, I got used to it and it was my folks' pet name for me
from then on, even after I lost my pudginess.
The home into which I was born was a very rich
home, not in earthly goods, but in the things of God. Being
taught how to pray around an old fashioned family altar enabled
me to get through some very hard times. Much was accomplished as
we knelt together there. How I praise God for Godly parents who
brought us up for the Lord; where prayer and Bible reading were
as regular as our meals; where God was first and His guidance was
My childhood was plagued with pneumonia every
winter my first 6 years, once with double pneumonia. Another year
I had whooping cough, and once I was put into the hospital almost
in the stage of convulsions. Many times I was very close to
death, but God had plans for my life. Even in these early years I
learned the power of prayer as my Godly parents lovingly cared
My Dad farmed the first seven years of my life,
and we moved around quite a bit in different parts of the state
of Wisconsin. While living near Pittsville, God sent us a little
sister, who was named Bernadine Doris. She was premature and only
weighed four pounds and three ounces.
The same year my brother Dick became ill and
complained of a pain in his leg. Dad called the Doctor who told
him Dick had flu and rheumatism, and advised them to put Epsom
salt packs on his leg. This only made him worse and on Christmas
day Dad called a doctor from Marshfield to come and see him. We
were told that he had Osteomyelitis, which is infection of the
marrow of the bone. Dick had surgery the following day. In order
to be close to Dick we moved into Marshfield. This was the first
of sixteen surgeries he had in his life time.
In the spring of 1936, I developed an earache.
The doctor gave Mom drops to put in my ear. One day as she did
this I screamed, because of the pain. That afternoon they took me
to the doctor and he told them I needed a mastoid operation the
following morning. After putting me in the hospital they went
home to pray. Dick was still very ill with his leg, and there
seemed to be no end to trouble.
They knelt by the daybed and asked God to give
them something to comfort their hearts. The Bible opened to John
14, "Let not your heart be troubled ye believe in God,
believe also in me. In my Father's house are many mansions: if it
were not so I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for
you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again,
and receive you unto myself; that where I am ye may be
also." This was a great comfort to them and they were
assured that God would be in control throughout the surgery. He
was and I came through fine.
Again God had His hand on my life, and I began
to see the Brightness of His Glory.
It was while we lived in Marshfield that Dick
came home from the University of Wisconsin Hospital with a cast
from his waist to his toes on his bad leg and to his hip on the
other. He had to grow a new bone from his hip to his knee on his
affected leg. One of our cousins put his name on a radio station
in Madison in hopes some people would write him. I will never
forget the bags of letters, cards, and packages that came. It was
a hot summer and his foot inside the cast would itch. Mom used
wire carefully wrapped with cotton to run between the cast and
his foot. This did help some. It didn't matter what pain he was
going through, he never complained. God was always at his side to
comfort and strengthen him.
In 1937, while our family attended a funeral of one of our cousins in Mason City, Iowa, Dad found employment in a cement plant. These were depression days and work was hard to get. Dad found a small apartment in a house in northern Mason City, and we moved to Iowa. Dick was in the hospital most of that year and Glen stayed the first year with our Aunt Came, Mom's sister. It was not an easy move for any of us, but I am sure it was in God's will. This proved to be part of God's plan for our lives. We can always trust in God's judgment for He doesn't make mistakes. We can never improve on His plans for our life.
Men have said within their hearts,
There is no God for me.
But God has from the very start,
Had a plan for me.
Why He led the way
He did is not for me to see.
He knows just why it should be hid,
And that's enough for me.
That He has bid me go,
But He goes with me everyday,
And burdens lighter grow.
I have found such peace and rest;
It is sweeter every day.
To let Him have His way.
If the pathway is so dark,
The Lord I cannot see,
I will tell the devil, "Look,
The Lord's I'll always Be".
When at the pearly gates I stand,
And lay my burdens down,
I shall forever join God's band,
And then receive a crown.
What if my burden seem at times
To almost weigh me down?
I know that victory will be mine,
And I will wear its crown.
by Arlene R. Wright
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