Lord let Liza be okay, let her get to see California, maybe even get to see real Cowboys and Indians. She’s only three Lord, still a baby please don’t let her die.
The trip soon became dusty, and Jedidiah had to fight the keep the dust, and the dirt from his face, from his eyes, and from the food they had for their meals.It soon became apparent to Jedidiah this was not going to be the adventure he had hoped for.
His little sisters were covered in dust, and they longed for a stream where they could go wash up.Jedidiah made a promise to himself and to the good Lord, that he would never complain again when it was time to fetch water for baths.Right now he would love to take a bath in the old tin tub that he use to feel up every Saturday for his family, so they could be clean for the Sabbath.His Mother always made sure they looked nice when they were going to church.
“Pa will this dust ever come off of us?” Jedidiah asked.
“I don’t know boy, I reckon it will after a good scrubbing.”
“I can’t wait until we get to California and build our house so we can take a nice bath, and be clean again.” Jedidiah said thoughtfully.
“Boy it will take time for us to build our house.”Jedidiah’s Pa said.
“I know.” Jedidiah said.It was not going to be all easy, and the roughest part of the trip would be ahead of them.
“Go back to the wagon with your Ma and make sure she is okay.This journey is rough on her and the baby she is carrying.”
“You are a good boy.” Jedidiah’s Pa said, and he felt the pride well up inside him.
“You’re welcome now go to your Ma boy.”
Jedidiah made his way back to his families Wagon, back to his Ma, and sisters, the older girls were walking along side the wagon, but three year old Liza was laying in the wagon napping.Jedidiah worried about her, because at home she did not like to nap.He prayed nothing was wrong with Liza.
“MaPa told me to come check on you.”
“I’m fine Jed, but I think Liza has a fever.”
“What’s wrong with her Ma?”
“I don’t know Son, but can you go and get your Pa and have him come look on Liza?”
As Jedidiah made his way back to his Pa, he prayed for Liza, he worried about his youngest sister, prayed that this rough untaimed land would not take his little sister.This trip was not turning at all like he had dreamed it would.
“Did you go check on your Ma boy?” Jedidiah’s Pa asked, in that voice of his that could be both harsh and gentle.
“Yes Pa, and she has sent me to come and get you, says that Liza has taken sick, she has come down with a fever, Ma doesn’t know what it is.”
“I want you to stay here and tend to the fire, while I go to check on your sister.” Jedidah said.When they are done take the pot of beans off the fire, and serve everyone.”
“And boy Pray for your sister.”
“I am Pa.”
“Thank you Son.Many little ones on this journey have taken sick with Scarlet Fever.”
“Pa do you think that’s what Liza has?
“I don’t know Son, but I better go and see her.Your Ma is going to need my help.”
Lord let Liza be okay, let her get to see California, maybe even get to see real Cowboys and Indians.She’s only three Lord, still a baby please don’t let her die.