Monday, January 31, 2022

New Years Resolutions Blog Tag


Hello Readers! 

So, confession time. I kept telling myself throughout this month that I needed to do my blog post earlier, and here I am, the evening of the last day of January... doing my blog post... finally. But, hey, at least I'm actually doing it :) 

Last year I got tagged for the New Years Resolutions blog tag, but I didn't do it, so I'm doing it now since it's a fairly new year still XD


Link back to the creator of the tag ~ Lavender Bleu at Always Write The Good Write

Link back to the blogger who tagged you ~ Farren Green at Paper and Quill (sorry I'm doing this a year late...)

Answer the questions

Tag 1-5 more people

Keep at least 5 questions from the person who tagged you and make at least 5 of your own (Basically you can replace up to fifteen of my questions with your own.)


1. What was the best thing that happened in the past year?

Hmm I'm not sure, possibly Camp, getting my Drivers license, Starting my podcast, going to Kauai.... 


2. What was the biggest challenge that you faced in the past year?

I think it would have to be spending a little over 6 months away from home. 


3. What was the most memorable book you read in the past year?

The White Rose Resists. It was AmAzInG! 


4. Did you succeed in completing your new year's resolution in the past year?

I think I did... I don't remember too many of them now lol 


5. What was something new you tried in the past year?

Paddleboarding on a river and in the ocean! Along with ziplinning. And starting a podcast lol. 


6. Do you any any last parting words for the past year?

Did you actually happen? 


7. What does your To Be Read list look like for the new year?

I want to read more classics and theology. 


8. What is your motto for the new year?

Be the moon... perhaps I'll explain that more in another blog post. 


9. Do you have any big plans for the new year?

I wanna go to England for Douglas Bond's Creative Writing Masterclass.


10. What would you try if you knew you wouldn't fail?

I'm really not sure lol... probably a job that helped people... I wouldn't wanna fail at that an ruin their life.


11. What in the new year are you anticipating the most?

Maybe working on getting my NaNo 2020 Project edited... Or maybe a trip to England. 


12. How would you like to spend your free time in the new year?

Reading, Being with Friends and Family, Writing. 


13. Where would you like to go on vacation in the new year?

England! 


14. What time-wasting activity could you part with?

Needless Scrolling... after about three swipes I know there's not much else... so I need to cease my scrolling lol 


15. What is your new year's resolution?

I have a lot, but I'd like to work on time management. 


16. What would you be most happy about completing?

Not be constantly doing things at the last minute... (like this blog post) 


17. What book would you like to read by the end of the year?

I have a lot, but probably Mirage, by Miranda Marie. 


18. What can you never seem to find the time to do that you’d like to find time for this year?

Write. Blog. Podcast. 


19. How can you add 15 minutes of joy to each day?

I've been reading a Psalm every night before I go to bed and honestly I've noticed my general anxiety levels go down, so I think that makes me a more joyful person, in general. I hope that counts. 


20. What was the best way you used your time this past year?

Putting my laptop down and being with my family, and writing letters to friends. 


Well that's the end of that. If you're a blogger who hasn't done this tag, please do it. You're tagged, so you really don't have a choice. 


Blessings,

Mattie May

Friday, December 31, 2021

New Years Wrap Up


 

Hello Readers!

I can't believe this year is over. This year has been difficult for me, one of learning and growing. And both of those things aren't always the most enjoyable. A lot of fun things happened this year, a lot of not-so-fun things happened as well. I didn't write much, compared to some, but I'm learning that comparing myself to others isn't a great habit. I had a lot of firsts this year; I entered my first poetry contest; I went to Kauai; I went on scary rollercoasters; I won the 100-for-100 challenge... 

Reading

As of writing this, I've read 42 1/2 books as I write this. A highlights from my reading were....

Rescue in the Rockies, by C.R. Hedgecock. This was the 8th book in her series, The Baker Family Adventures and as usual it was amazing and I'd highly recommend the whole series!

I reread most of the Chosen Daughter Series. If you ever can get your hands on any of those books, read them, and your life will be better for it. 

You're Not Enough (And that's Okay), by Allie Beth Stuckey. My sisters have been listening to Allie's podcast, called Relatable. It was an excellent book, and I really enjoyed her points. We can't ever be enough for ourselves and other people. But that's okay, because God is. 

The White Rose Resists, by Amanda Barret. The book should be a must read on your list. I don't care what you read, what genres you like or don't. You will love this book to bits and pieces. And if you do read it, please share your thoughts with me and let's fangirl together! 

A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens. I don't think I've ever read anything by Dickens before and this was a treat. I remember watching the movie adaptation of this and was intrigued, and I was not dissapointed by the book. 

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, by Robert Louis Stevenson. I didn't think I'd enjoy this book as much as I did. I honestly really enjoyed it. It had a lot of interesting points that I'd like to pull out in a blog post or review at some point. 

To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee. This is a classic, I've seen the movie with Gregory Peck and I was excited to see the characters come to life on the pages. I enjoyed the story very much. 

The Lamentation of a Sinner, by Queen Katherine Parr. This is a short book that'd I'd recommend. Her humility was inspiring, and it was neat to read something written so long ago. I think this book wins the oldest book I read this year it was originally published in 1547. 

A fun read was Bible in Pocket, Gun in Hand, by Ross Phares. It was rather entertaining. My dad originally bought the book for me while I researching Everlasting Gold. I'd recommend it if you love historical books with the kind of stories that make history come alive! 

Dear Author, by Laura A. Grace. If you're a writer, read this. Especially if you're discouraged and wondering why you even thought writing was a good idea. 

Echoes, by Miranda Marie. I love this book. I love the story. I love the characters. I love everything about this book. Please read it and fall in love with it with me. (Technically, I haven't finished it... but as of writing this I have about 10 chapters left and I've already read it once.I'll likely finish it later tonight...) 

So those were the highlights of my reading this year. 

Writing

I didn't do NaNo this year, but I did do the 100-for-100 challenge this summer. It was really fun, and it felt good to write again. 

I wrote about 500 words on my WWI project

I edited the Christmas Truce scene

I wrote and entered the Story Embers poetry contest. You can read that poem on my Writing Page. 

In total, I wrote 18,399 in the year 2021.

In the next year, I'm planning on editing and working through my WWI project. 

Podcast

I started my podcast in June and published 13 episodes, two episodes a month. So far, it's been a success for the amount of effort I've put into marketing... which isn't much. 

Life

We got snow! Quite a bit for the area that I live in. We got two decent snows. It was lovely. I love the snow so much. Here are a few *pictures...







Something I really love about the snow is the day after the storm. Usually the sky is bright blue and there are only a few scattered fluffy white clouds. It's like a lot like life; after the darkest storms, there is light. 

I pray this next year is your light at end of the storms of the past two years. 


Blessings in 2022,

Mattie May, The Blossoming Writer


*These pictures are mine and I kindly ask that you don't use them without asking like a decent human. ;)

Friday, December 24, 2021

'Twas December 25th...


 

Dear Readers,

As you know, I wrote a novel last year that took place during WWI and I couldn't talk about WWI without talking about the Christmas Truce... so, I enlisted help from my dear friend, R. M. Archer to help me edit this chapter in time for Christmas, and in time to share it with some family and friends. I always love working with her and if you're ever in need of a fabulous editor, check out her services Here!

Anyway, with no further Ado... 

The Christmas Truce

Mattie May



'Twas December 25th

All was silent, and all was still

From inside trenches,

Souls sang songs,

From foreign tongue and nation,

Songs of Christmas joy and cheer

The guns were silent

The men just listened

Listened to the voices singing,

“Joy and peace to the world”

How can this be?

How can they sing of peace?

When there is no peace nor joy in war,

Only pain.

Only suffering.

Only loss.




One by one, men appeared,

The land of death now filled with life.

A place where instant death occurred,

Now, a place of song, dance and life.




The men who'd just the day afore,

Cocked, and aimed, and fired, and killed

Now, sang, danced, and played as before war




Men with aching broken hearts.

Those with aching broken bones.

All joined the singing, laughter, games




In the dark corner of a trench,

A heart; aching throbbing torn

Couldn't join the fun.

Not after what those men had done.

They'd taken his brother,

His friend,

His soul.




The joyous cries,

Laughing and cheering.

The kicking of helmets like balls,

The games, the fun.

Everything made the ache acute.




He heard footsteps,

“C'mon, brother,

C'mon, enjoy yerself for once.

Who knows when this war'll end,

we might as well enjoy ourselves,”

A friend encouraged him.

He shakes his head, bitter in reply-

“How do you sing and dance when you're hurt?”

His heart is aching, it's broken.

It's shattered in so many pieces.




He's left alone again.

The cheering: relentless.

It won't leave him alone.

He finally drags himself up.

Out of the trench,

Out of the dark.

The cold, fresh snow stings his nearly bare feet.

He pulls a threadbare coat tighter around his shoulders.

“You've come, ol' pal, you've come!

Enjoy yourself, put down your gun.”

With every game,

With every song,

With every laugh,

The broken heart begins to heal.




⚜⚜⚜

Snow was freshly fallen, and the mud had finally frozen. It was December twenty-fourth. Christmas Eve. The day that in just the previous year had brought joy and cheer to the men who now sat in frozen French mud. When families should have been together around a crackling fire in the hearth, George sat on his sandbags, breathing into his cupped hands in a vain attempt to keep them warm. As the sun began slipping below the horizon, George ignored the temperature drop as he pulled his coat closer around his shoulders. He shivered, unsure if it was from the cold or the gathering shadows throughout the trenches.

Then he heard it. A harmonica. It sounded so foreign to his ears,which had heard only explosions and the groans of dying men for the past few months.

He recognized the tune: Stille Nacht. Silent Night. What a joke in this war zone, he thought. A voice joined the melody. George was surprised that it was loud enough to carry across no-man's-land.

He tried to ignore it as a gust of wind cut through his coat, reminding him where he was. Cold. Wet. Heartbroken. Hidden behind eight feet of frozen French mud.




Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht

Alles schläft; einsam wacht

Nur das traute hochheilige Paar.

Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar,

Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh!

Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh!




The song ended.

George bit his lip and pulled his helmet down over his eyes. Today was not the day for Christmas cheer.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance as the enemy broke into singing another carol. He once again recognized the tune: Adeste Fideles, known better in England as O Come All Ye Faithful.

George groaned. There was no such thing as Christmas cheer in wartime. Songs of this kind seemed inappropriate. This was war, not a Christmas party, not a family joined around a hearth on the eve of Christmas celebration. It was not where they belonged.

George sighed. He should be home right now, sitting around the fire, singing these Christmas carols with his family. He shouldn’t be dug into the frozen French mud. George tried to block out the singing. In disbelief, his eyes widened for a brief moment before he closed them as the wind cut through again, jerking tears. The men of his own lines had joined the unwelcome Christmas caroling:




Yea, Lord, we greet thee, born this happy morning;

Jesus, to thee be glory given!

Word of the Father, now in flesh, appearing!

O come, let us adore Him,

O come, let us adore Him

O come let us adore Him

Christ, the Lord.




George grimaced. Some happy morning this was. Trying to ignore the good cheer, he pulled a thin scarf up, closer to his ears. He noticed that his commanding officer had climbed out of the trench and joined a group of other commanding officers. George was stunned; what was he trying to do? Get killed? He listened intently for the fatal gunshot, but it never came and his officer soon returned without a scratch. George was stunned. What had happened? For a moment he hoped the impossible - that it was all over.

“We’ve decided to have a truce... for Christmas,” the commanding officer announced.

George pulled himself further into the corner. He didn’t want a Christmas truce. Christmas was a time of love, warmth and friendship; war was a time of hate, cold, and man against man. There was no real Christmas in war, only the date of December the twenty-fifth that would pass like every other day during this miserable war - anxiously awaiting the order to go and kill the enemy.

Some of the men cheered, others cautiously looked over the edge of the trenches. George watched them climb out, but it wasn’t for battle and no shots were fired.

The men weren’t slaughtered, and he didn’t have to get up and go over the edge of the trench.

George exhaled once again into his frozen fingers.

George noticed Marvin shuffling over to him, huffing at his pipe as usual. He sighed a bit. He wasn’t feeling particularly friendly, nor was he in the mood for conversation. A smile played at his lips though, remembering Marvin’s kindness.

“You gonna go over, friend?” he asked.

George shook his head. No one had called him that since… James had. And now James was gone.

“Come on, I think it would do you good.” Marvin nudged George’s shoulder.

George shook his head again. He was tired. Tired of war, and fighting. Tired of men who pretended like it was over, who would only return to fighting in a matter of hours. Plus, he couldn’t be sure that it wasn’t a trick by the enemy to kill them all. He just wanted to be left alone. Nothing would make the ache in his heart any less.

“I know you’re hurting, George, but you have to start healing. You can’t live like this.”

“Like what?” George rolled his eyes.

“Hiding from the world, life, barring yourself from others. You can’t close yourself off from relationships because of fear. Don’t think that going home will fix anything, because it won’t. It’ll only make things worse. I’ve seen things, George. I’ve seen men come back from home. Things weren’t the same as when they left. You won’t be the same after fighting like this. No one will.”

Marvin shifted his weight a bit uneasily, then tilted his head toward the makeshift ladder leaning against the side of the trench. “Why don’t you go over? Say goodbye to James and bury him? Eh? I think it’ll do you good, friend.”

George pulled a blanket around his shoulders. It was a good point. Maybe he could find James and give him a proper burial.

“Maybe,” George mumbled.

“Okay.” The man wandered off and went up over the side of the trench.

For the first time in a long time, George was alone.

He shivered in the cold as he heard the other soldiers laugh and pop open the few drinks that were to be found in the sparse trenches. He never drank much, but he found himself craving some of the warmth that it offered.

George sighed. If James had been there he would have been the first one out, the first one to celebrate… He would have sung with the men… George had to admit that the one song in three languages was spell-binding. Men who had become hardened by war were singing songs of a young babe in a manger, men who likely had families at home waiting for them, men who needed the savior they sang of. There was something in its sound that mere words could not describe.




George sighed again. His mind kept replaying what Marvin had suggested - to go bury James. After fighting the idea for some time, George finally gave in and no amount of self pity could keep him from grabbing a shovel and climbing out of the trench. He had to find James’ body.

He did his best to find the part of the trench that he had been in when he had to toss James out. That night after the battle had been such a blur, but he looked for the familiar sight of sand bags that were stacked along the edges of the trenches. As he walked along the trenches the sounds of the joy and cheer of men drifted through the air.

He tried to block the noise out; there was nothing joyful about trying to find a lost friend. There was nothing to sing about.

When he noticed things looking vaguely familiar, George began dusting the snow off the faces of those that had been killed. After some short searching, he found him. Pain shot through him at the sight and he wished he could keep searching. Part of him wished he never found him. So cold, so pale… so lifeless. Dead.

George blinked back threatening tears and wandered off a bit to try and find a suitable place to dig a grave. Finding the right place seemed impossible in a war torn land. In reality, it was. No grave out here would be fit for James.

George thrust the shovel into the frozen mud, his passion driving each heap of mud furiously from the growing hole. Some flew up in little bits into his face, but the tears streaming from his eyes washed it away.

The mud grew more packed together as he got deeper down, and George bit into his lip ‘til he tasted blood. Exhaustion threatened to topple him into the freshly dug grave, but he resisted as another biting wind chewed through his jacket, making the desire to keep warm overtake the desire to cease his hurried movements.

Finally, he reached deep enough to bury the body. He collapsed at the opening of the grave and sobs once again racked his body. James had been his dearest friend, practically a brother.

He thought of the last time that he and James had sat together at the warm hearth, the last time they had laughed together, the last time they had spoken. He thought of his failure to protect James and bring him home safely. He wished it would have been him that had run ahead when the shell exploded. That it was his body that was hurled through the air.

It was over now, James was gone.

He pulled himself up despite the tears and went over to the body as another wave of tears threatened to once again stream down his face. He took a deep breath, then knelt beside his friend.

He gently touched James’ face, brushing the stray hairs from eyes that were glassy and cold. George gently lifted James and brought him over to where he would finally be at rest.

A final thought crossed his mind. James’ family would probably appreciate one last memory of James. George gently laid James down and carefully pulled the well-worn jacket off. As he did so, a small book, the size of a large wallet, fell out. Without thinking, George picked it up and set it in his pocket. After this gruesome task was done he gently lowered James into the makeshift grave.

If only James could be buried in a nice churchyard grave with a service. What this man, friend, soldier and brother had done for his country deserved to be remembered. George looked down into the grave. This man had done better than he could ever do. He thought over what should be at the burial service. There would be a hymn, a message, a eulogy… but he was too overcome with grief to say anything.

Silently, George began to shovel the dirt onto his friend’s body, wishing that he could be in the grave with him. The shovel felt heavier than it had before, perhaps because this was the final goodbye. He’d never see James’ face again. George shoveled the dirt back. He watched as it slowly covered his friend.

After he had filled the hole he flattened it best he could. He found a couple twigs and shaped them into a cross using some of the barbed wire that was abundant in no-man’s-land. He stuck the make-shift cross into the freshly disturbed mud and surveyed his work. George was surprised by how neat it looked in the midst of a battlefield covered in knots of barbed wire and strewn with bodies of men. As George scanned the battle field, this small piece of order was quickly lost in the chaos of no-man’s-land.

George glanced up as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You did it, brother,” a familiar voice said. The faint light from his pipe highlighted enough of his features for George to recognize Marvin with a small smile.

George sniffed, wiping his frozen nose with his equally frozen index finger, then nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Come join us. We’re gonna play football here in a bit.”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on.” Marvin grabbed George's shoulders and led him to where the men were organizing. George offered little resistance since part of him was a bit curious. “Found another teammate for us.” Marvin announced.

The other men cheered.

George managed a smile. It had been a long time since he had done that. Smile. It felt good.

George felt a feeling of panic spread through him as he noticed a German soldier was on his side of the field. It felt so odd. Before the war, he wouldn’t have thought twice about sharing the road with a German, but now it was different. The panic dissipated as the game began and he was soon engrossed in the game of football, ignoring the nationalities of his teammates, ignoring where he was and what would likely commence in the morning. That would be more serious than any game these men had ever played when they were boys. War had a way of making boys into men. Kicking the ball made out of helmets seemed to be more fun than when he remembered playing as a boy.

After the game ended, some of the men laughed, told stories, and George found himself wrapped up in James’ jacket in front of a small fire that had been started.

He sat there, looking around at the faces of the men he had been shooting at for the past few months. They were real people. It hurt them when a friend died. They had hearts. Most of them hadn’t chosen to join; the choice was made for them.

George regretted making the choice to join, yet at the same time he knew that there was no way he would have been able to stay in his warm home with his family, knowing that there were men just like him giving their lives in this war. George sighed as he reflected. This war had taken so much from him: his health, his best friend, his trust in God….

The last one scared him a bit. He didn’t really want to admit that he had nearly ceased to trust God. He had too many questions that needed answers, and he didn’t know where to find them.

He pulled James’ jacket tighter as the sun finally fell below the horizon, and his hand brushed across something he didn’t remember putting in his pocket. He pulled it out, raising his eyebrows a bit in curiosity and holding it closer to the fire to provide light. It was a book. It was leather. It had a bullet embedded in its center.

George carefully pried the bullet out and opened the front page. It occurred to him that this was what had fallen out of James’ jacket when he had taken it off his body. It had belonged to James… and it was apparent that this book had literally saved James’ life at some point. Tears once again threatened to spill, but George held them back. He didn’t know when the Bible had saved James, but he was grateful that this little book had given him one more day with his friend. For a moment, he could only stare at the book.

Finally, he flipped through the pages. Dirt stained the edges, and some pages had blood on them. George hoped it wasn’t James’ blood. The book so absorbed George’s attention that he hardly noticed when some of the men began returning to their trenches.

As the fire died down, to the point George could no longer make out the small words on the pages, he realized he was one of a few remaining soldiers left and got up to start heading back to his own lines. He was interrupted from his daze at the sight of the fresh mud and cross that marked James’ grave. After blinking back tears, he looked up into the night sky as the stars began to make their appearance. A peaceful smile came to his lips as a sigh left them and lifted up a silent prayer. He would not let his next friend down like he had James.

George wandered back to his division's area of the trench. The familiar voices of the other men he had been around for the past few months and the extra row of sand bags along the top told him this was his home for now. He threw himself into the eight-foot-deep trench. It was cold. And slippery where the water had turned to ice. George struggled to keep his footing.

Tired from the events of the day, he fell onto his accustomed seat. Deep in thought about everything that had happened, he composed a letter to his wife.




Dearest Mabel,

I don't know when you'll receive this, but the most extraordinary thing happened this evening. I'm sure the commanding officers, who are safely hidden at the back of the lines, will not be happy, but this thing has done a good deal for me.

It started when the enemy started playing one of their traditional carols. As they moved into the next one, our men joined in. I've never heard anything so beautiful in my life. It is often hard to realize that in war, men can still celebrate good cheer. It's hard to remember when you are in a war that man is still capable of doing good things. There was a truce declared for Christmas. I was, at first, so heavily lost in sorrow as it is still hard for me to acknowledge that James is truly gone and I will never have Christmas with him.

I miss you and Jenny sorely today. It's Christmas Eve and today is meant to be shared with family and friends. Not in some muddy frozen trench. I think all of us feel lonely.

I haven't been able to really make friends with any of the men. I'm scared to get close to anyone. I might lose them like I did James. I don't know how I would handle that. I don't know if I could.

Every day I fear something might possess me to go over and get myself killed, like that one man. It is truly a frightening thought. Sometimes I think I might be losing my mind.

I don't know how much longer I can hold together. Losing James is by far the hardest thing I've been through. I don't know how to process it. James was such a dear friend, I don't know how long I can go on without his company.

While sitting at a small campfire this evening I found James' Bible. I found out that he had been hit by a bullet. That Bible saved his life. I'm wondering if it can save mine too, but in a different way. Perhaps it’s time I sought God more.

Your husband,



George

Merry Christmas y'all! I'll likely be back sometime before New Years for a Yearly Wrap Up post.

Blessings,
Mattie May, The Blossoming Writer

Tuesday, November 30, 2021

November Wrap-Up

 


Dear Readers,

After trying more times than I'd like to admit to, my idea of writing a blog post earlier this month on the struggles of a writer being unable to participate in NaNoWriMo and simultaneously feeling guilty for not participating did not happen. And so here we are with a rather boring monthly wrap-up post. 

The month started slowly as I tried to once again form a sort of routine to fall into. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. It feels as though as I wandered through the month of November looking for something to do while being surrounded by things to do. 

Then it hit me. I was behind on the number of books that I wanted to read this year, so I have challenged myself to read at least 20 books during the month of December. Will I actually finish 20 books in one month that is filled with Christmas fill-in-the-blank-everything? Probably not, but who doesn't love a good challenge?

In other exciting news, I poked my old NaNo project... I wrote about 500 words that will probably get edited out later, but hey, I wrote, so that counts for something. 

The podcasts for this month centered on the Reformation because that was where my brain was last month and I think I'm running about a month behind schedule in my processing functions. This month I'm doing at least one person who had a connection to the first Thanksgiving... 

For the 400th anniversary of the first Thanksgiving, my family and I went down to our old romping grounds and spent the weekend with family. I also got to spend an afternoon with one of my roommates from camp, which was a blessing. 

I don't know what next month will look like posting-wise, but I'd like to do a Story Behind the Carol post, comment below if that is something you'd like me to do!

I hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving! Merry Christmas! 

Blessings,

Mattie May




















Monday, October 25, 2021

October Wrap-Up and Reformation day!


 

Dear Reader,

Well, here we are again - the end of another month... nearly the end of another year. This wrap-up post will be a little different from previous ones. I'd like to talk about women of the Reformation since this month has basically been a mixture of Memorial services, a banquet, blisters, a trip to Solvang and Reformation day prep, and more blisters! Instead of complaining to y'all about the beauty and pain of playing the harp, or other happenings this month, I'd like to talk about some people who have inspired me in multiple ways. I'd like to talk about who they were and why they are important, so with no further ado... 

I think it’s easy when studying the Reformation to dig deep into the theology and the great men who were champions of what the Roman Catholic Church deemed heretical. While those things are important to our understanding of the Reformation, I think it’s also important that we acknowledge the ones who made it possible for the men to do what they did. The Reformation impacted all areas of life, from how we worship in church today to how women are treated. During the early part of the Reformation, the world, in general, had a low view of women. They were to be seen, not heard. Unless they were a royal or a nun, they had little to no education. Life was far from easy. Women were uniquely able to support the men of the Reformation and the teachings of the Reformation in various ways.

Without Anne of Bohemia's protection of John Wycliffe, the gospel may not have spread all the way to Lithuania as a result of his teachings.

Without the support of Anna Reinhard, Ulrich Zwingli may not have had as much of an effect on Switzerland. He would not have the example of a biblical family or been able to host and teach students.

In the case of Marguerite de Navarre, I don’t know if we’d have as much of a Reformation in France as we did. She protected reformers and gave us Jeanne d’Albret, who was the greatest military defender of France for the Huguenots.

Sometimes I wonder what Martin Luther would have done if he had never married Katherine von Bora. I’ve spent a little time researching Katie and the relationship she shared with Martin, and how she helped him to the extent of his critics, crediting some of his ideas to her. I think this says a lot about what kind of woman that she was.

The second wife of King Henry VIII, mother of Queen Elizabeth I, Protector or William Tyndale, and brought Reformed teachings to the Tudor court. Sadly, Anne Boleyn lost her head. Though the teachings of the Reformation did not cease to be brought into the court, as with Henry VIII’s last wife, Katherine Parr. She was reformed and tried to bring the King to the same conviction, sadly he had no interest. Katherine Parr also raised the young Lady Jane in the Reformed faith. Lady Jane followed Edward V, when he chose her as queen of England because of her reformed beliefs, over his elder sister Mary, who later beheaded Jane and took the throne.

For most of his life, Calvin lived as a bachelor. But soon his colleagues went on a quest to get him married. After a few failed tries, they finally found one that Calvin approved of. Idelette Storder de Bure. It was a loving marriage and Calvin deeply mourned for her when she died.

I hope most of us know who Prince William of Orange the Silent was. He led the Dutch against the Spanish duke Alva, which led to some freedom of religion in the Netherlands. But, as it was said by the poet William Ross Wallace, “The hand who rocks the cradle rules the world,” Julianna von Stolberg was the faithful, God-fearing mother who raised her sons in the Protestant faith and ultimately lost all of her sons to war, or assassination.

Living in the Italian court of Ferrara with a Roman Catholic husband, Renee de France, lived something of a double life. She kept Protestant servants and may have even smuggled Calvin into Italy and got him out alive. It is in this court where Olympia Morata learned about the Protestant faith and became more curious; it wasn’t until later after her father died that she became a Protestant herself, and became known as a great writer of poetry and translator of the Psalms into Greek meter.

Though not much is known about Joan Waste, it is known that she was blind, and as a young girl, she was taught the Scriptures and memorized large portions, for this, she was burned at the stake.

Earlier, I brought up William the Silent. Well, he, like Martin Luther, married a former nun. Charlotte de Bourbon was sent to a convent at a young age and against her will. While there, she became convinced of the teachings of Luther and Calvin and escaped. Some say that it was during the St. Bartholomew’s day Massacre, but we can’t know for sure. After seeking refuge with her sister, and later Frederick III. While with Frederick III, she met William. It is said that she is the only one of his four wives he married for love and not to gain more popularity or money. Charlotte died after intensely nursing William back to health after an assassination attempt. 

A very important group of people involved in the Reformation in Scotland were the Scottish Covenanters. There are a couple in particular that I would like to highlight and then I’ll close.

Jenny Geddes was a covenanter who was a street seller of fruits and veggies. When Charles I tried to introduce the Book of Common Prayer to the Scottish Kirk, Jenny threw her stool at the Dean of the Church who was leading the service. As a result of this daring act, three civil wars were started which led to the beheading of Charles I.

Another Scottish Covenanter was Margaret Wilson. When she was around eighteen years old, she was drowned along with another Covenanter named Margaret for thier beliefs and rebellion against the Scottish Kirk.

So why do I make such a big deal about the women of the Reformation? Because I firmly believe the Reformation would not have been all that it was without them. Many of these women have become my role models as I strive to become the woman God has called me to be. I’m passionate about telling other young ladies like me about these women because I think they are a good role model of women with noble and godly character. It also causes me to think about how I would react if I was put in the situation that these were. It challenges my faith. Would I be willing to do what they did? Would you be willing to pay the ultimate sacrifice?

 If you'd like to learn more about some of the women that I mentioned today, please check out my podcast, Blossoms of Courage! I started it because I want to inspire and encourage women of today with the women of yesterday!

For any of you wondering if I'm doing NaNoWriMo this year, I am not. One reason is I have been very busy, and I currently don't have anything planned. I also do not think it would be wise for my physical and mental health to push myself in that way this year. I am not giving up writing; please don't think that, but sometimes we need to rest. I might have a story idea forming in my mind for a future project, we'll see where those might go and I will keep you all updated. 

I hope you all have a lovely fall and Reformation day!

Blessings,

Mattie May 


Thursday, September 30, 2021

Dear September: A Wrap-Up

 


Dear Readers,

I'm wondering if you've seen this past month? I think I saw it start, but after the first week, I'm wondering where it went. If September did in fact happen, I'd like to know where it went, and how on earth today is supposedly the last day of the month... 'cause last I checked, I still had a week or so left. 

I'd also like to request that future months slow down so I can actually acknowledge the fact that they did in fact happen and exist since I have little to no memory of what went on in September. 

Did I read anything worth noting? Possibly? But again, this month seems to have either lost a few weeks or went by too quickly for me to take notice. 

I did get my podcasts done for September, but was I up until midnight trying to get them done? You will never know...

Did I write something? I'm sure I did. After all, I'm writing this, aren't I? Anything else, though? Umm I don't know. Maybe? 

Anything else notable happen in life? I think my sister and I started volunteering at the local crises pregnancy clinic this month, but we might have started last month, and honestly, I can't remember. I think when/if September's rushed by; it wiped my brain clean. 

And so if you have seen September, please let me know in the comments, what happened this past month in your life? (Since I can't remember mine, oops.)

Blessings, 

Mattie May



Tuesday, August 31, 2021

August Wrap-Up


 

Hello Readers!

Today's post will be short because life is crazy. I haven't even been home very much this month. 

For the first two weeks, my family and I were on vacation in Kauai. It was beautiful. It was amazing to be surrounded by God's creation. We all got to see over a dozen sea turtles, tons of birds of all kinds, fish, and a seal. My sisters and I got to go zip lining, paddle boarding, and kayaking. We also learned how to snorkel, (though I still can't really do it 😆.) We then returned home and a couple of days later, we went to a friend's wedding. 

As far as writing goes, I haven't done much. The only writing-related thing I did was edit a poem and submit it to Story Embers for their 3rd Annual Poetry Contest. 

Both podcasts happened while I was in Kauai. The first was on Sophie Scholl and the other on Katharina von Bora. They were so fun to research and write. I really enjoyed the stories and I hope you do too. 

This month I read The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson. I wasn't expecting to enjoy it, but I did and I plan on rereading it at some point soon. I also almost finished Fighting for Life by Lila Rose. So far I've really enjoyed it. 

That's all for today y'all have a wonderful week!

Blessings,

Mattie May