Polka-dot Star Flowers
Polka-dot Star Flowers
Polka-dot Star Flowers is about love, and life. It is about treating people with kindness, gentleness, acceptance and respect. Life is a fabulous journey of discovery. Start seeing miracles again!
Polka-dot Star Flowers are the flowers of the heart. They are what make little children dance with happiness in the sunshine. We adults have mostly forgotten that feeling of joyous wonder, of simple abandon. We are afraid to be silly or we have been wounded by life’s trials. It is not too late though. Happiness is peeking at us right around the corner. Barbara is a happily married, home schooling mother of 14 children. She has faced tragedy, yet she has a smile that would light your path on the darkest of nights. Instead of hiding her mistakes and hurts, she freely shares them, knowing that hearing her story will help others as they make their own journey through life. Barbara has learned how to reconnect with true joy. She does not dwell in the past but looks with bright anticipation to the future, and so can you. You can be happy. You can learn to smile and laugh. Be expectant! Miracles are all around you. This book is about how to love, and how to live. It is about joy and wonder. It is about freedom and acceptance, hope and forgiveness. It is about redemption. It is about treating each other with kindness, gentleness, and respect. Life can be a fabulous journey of discovery. Get your dancing shoes on because the sun is out and Polka-dot Star Flowers are beginning to bloom!
It was March 5th, 1999 and I was expecting my tenth child (including a baby we miscarried). We had a scheduled cesarean section planned for the 20th. Several of the children had been feeling ill and had been given cough medicine before bed. Everyone
was sleeping soundly. About 12:30 am, I woke up. Something did not seem right. I kept a fan blowing over the bed when we slept and it had stopped. The lack of that sound is what woke me up. I sat up and listened. We live way out in the country and power
outages are common during storms, so I assumed we were having one. I listened but did not hear a storm. Instead, I heard a sound that could only be described as a hundred pounds of Bacon frying on the roof. It took me a moment and then I realized it was the
sound of fire.
I awakened Tim and we jumped out of bed. Our bedroom opened up into the living room. We opened the door and the wall opposite the door was on fire. The ceiling above was beginning to catch fire. Tim ran to the phone to call the fire department and I ran first into the little boy’s room. I tried to awaken then but they were groggy due to the cough medicine they had taken before bed. I started to go into the room the twins shared and realized I would never be able to get them both out by myself.