 THE WORLD BEYOND THE SKYBY: ERNESTINE WHITFIELD Published by: Outskirts Press
Ernestine Dodson Whitfield was born October 7, 1940 in Burnsville, Mississippi. She is of the Baptist faith. Ernestine is the author of “Angel Stories” and “When the Morning comes.” “Beyond the Sky,’ is her third book. God has been good to her. She has survived a heart attack, and renal cell cancer, losing her left kidney, but not her life. Ernestine is very busy writing books and poems. Her faith is strong. If you have bought this book hoping to be enlightened, my wish is that you will not be disappointed. If you have been enlightened in some small way, give the credit to the spirit of God that dwells in all of us, for the Holy Spirit, is now and forever, Ernestine’s only Ghost Writer.
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THE WORLD BEYOND THE SKY Synopsis From as far back as my early childhood, until this very day, I have been most intrigued with the amazing glittering sky above, and my dream of someday entering this awesome wonderland. If I only had wings like a mightly Eagle, I would soar far into the unknown This thought alone, has been my dream and aspiration for years. If I only had wings, this immoral, corrupt world full of so much pain and sorrow could not contain me. If I only had wings, I could fly home. This fascination with the cosmic universe started with my mother's untimely death: that was when I first learned there was another world, a celestial world somewhere above that twinkling immense sky above me. Out of Love and concern for his young daughter, my father knew he must explain my mothers sudden death to me as he knew best, choosing God and the Angels seemed the logical way (so my Father thought at the time) to lessen the pain. Holding me in his strong comforting arms, my father explained to me, as gently as possible, that God had called Momma home to her heavenly paradise because he needed her in heaven. That someday we would join her there in her new home, for she could never return to earth. At this particular trying time in my youth, I could not comprehend why God needed our mother more than her small children obviously did. I was only nine years old. Paradise and heaven, meant nothing to me, and a "GOD' that would take our dear sweet mother away from her loving children to a place so far away she could not even return, well, to this heartbroken and bewildered child, this GOD did not seem like a very nice person at all. Paypal widget coming soon |
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