I am waiting for the morn
To break into the night
I am waiting for the morn
The dawn’s bright early light

Patience and peace shall get me through
This still and quiet night
Patience and peace shall get me through
Until the morning light

Not only patience and peace
But the one above
Who loves me at all times
And guards me with his love

Our Regency Ball

I know this does not fit the theme of most of my posts, but one of my friends suggested I do a post about the Regency ball we had on October 22. It was held at our friend’s historic home in Anniston, Alabama.

Outside the Parker House

The house is so amazing, as you can tell from the picture above. We went early to set the refreshments out. At 2:15, the guests started to come.  They were all required to wear costumes. They were introduced into the parlor (pictured below). Isn’t our little friend so cute?!?


We all started to mingle and talk in the parlor as some other guests started to arrive. Here is a picture of one of my sisters and some friends.


More mingling.

Guests Arive

Some men came dressed in military uniforms.



After all of our guests arrived, we introduced our friends who owned the home. They are in the picture below.


We all talked and danced.

English Country Dancing 3


Gothic Dance Video 2

Cumberland Reel Video

The Wilsch Dance

There was also music by some of our guests.


Then my brother took pictures. Here is the picture of my family. I am close to the middle, in the white dress.


We had a total of 59 guests. It was a large and wonderful crowd. Here is the group picture.

The Group

We kept on dancing and talking until 8:00. We had such a fun and blessed time!         I hope you enjoyed this,






Things I Have Learned from My Cats

I have a cat and a kitten. I wish to tell you what I have learned from them, for I have learned a great deal. But before I tell you what I have learned, let me tell you about them.

My cat is named Georgia Cherokee Williams. She is six months old. She is a calico, with bits of orange, brown, gray, and black. She has an extra long tail that I just love. She is the cutest thing; I mean cutest. She is feisty, but can be sweet at times. One of her favorite things to do, besides adventure in the woods, is to sit on my lap and knead my legs with her paws. She does this to my siblings, too.

My kitten is named Texas Cheyenne Williams. We think she is four months old, but we’re not sure. She is all black. She is so sweet, sweeter than Georgia, but at times she likes to run and play. She loves to crouch down in the grass and stare at us with her big yellow eyes, then, when we come to her, she darts into the woods!

Now that I have told you about my darling  kitties, I shall tell you what I have learned from them.

1. Cats have to get used to each other.
When Georgia and Texas first met each other, they arched their backs and hissed at each other. For the next few days Georgia was so angry at us for bringing Texas into her territory that she would not let us hold her. She and Texas  fought together all the time. Mom said that they were seeing who would be in charge. I knew the answer. Georgia calls the shots in this cat territory! After a few days, they stopped being enemies and became friends. They still fight a lot, but it is just for fun. They are often seen cuddling together. They are best buddies. They are both cute, so together they are double cute! Georgia acts as both sissy and as mommy to Texas; Texas learns from Georgia and loves her so much. I am so glad they have each other.

2. Cats go the people who pet them.
Some say that cats stick by the people who feed them. This is only part true. At meal times, cats will go to the one that feeds them, but during the day, cats stay by the one who pets them, whether it be the one who feeds them or not. My siblings and I are homeschooled, and many a time neighbors’ cats have found out that we are here all the time, so they come for us to pet them. One neighbor’s cat was at our house more than she was at her owner’s! I loved that kitty as if she was my own. She was so very sweet and docile. (I could honestly give her bear hugs, and she would not complain!) Another example of cats going to the one who pets them is a story about Georgia, before we got Texas. When we went on vacation this year, we asked one of our neighbors to feed Georgia for us. We asked another neighbor to pet her, because she is used to getting lots of pets from us. When we came home, we could not find Georgia anywhere on our property. Guess where she was. At the house of the neighbors who pet her! She wanted to be pet! Cats truly do love to be pet and cuddled.

3. Cats are quirky.
Yes, indeed, cats are very quirky. Cats have their own things or places that they like. For example, my cat Georgia used to like to sit on a piece of wood under our porch stairs. Whenever we wanted her, we knew where to look. Texas took to sitting in a concrete rain gutter right by the steps where Georgia sat. They were almost always there, in their places. This same thing is true for many cats, especially old ones. They have their own places where they like to hang out. This is another thing that makes cats fun and special.

4. Cats like those that don’t like them.
This is funny, and maybe silly, but true. Here is an example. My daddy is not a big fan of cats, but cats still like my dad. They will walk right up to him and purr. The reverse is very true as well. I am a huge fan of kitties, but often kitties run away from me! Cats are very interesting.

5. Cast Your Burden On Yehovah.
Now it’s time for more spiritual stuff. Here’s a story of how I learned to cast my cares on Yehovah, and He sustained me, like it says in Psalm 55:22. Back in early May, I suddenly had an intense want to have a cat. I mean, I’d always wanted a cat of my own, (we hadn’t had a family cat since I was seven), but neighbors’ cats had come to visit, like I’ve said, and I’d been fine. Well, in May, neighbors’ cats stopped visiting. (Neighbors’ cats had stopped coming before. Once there were no cats on my street for a year or two, but this time was different). I wanted a cat more than I’d ever wanted any toy or gift. As I said before, my dad is not a big fan of cats. I asked him earnestly for a kitty, and he said, “I will pray about it.” I went to my room and asked God for a cat, trusting Him with the answer. I cast my care on Him. Little did I know, Yehovah was already acting on my behalf. Without my knowing it, a homeschool girl told my sister Amy Grace about some kittens that could be adopted. Mom and Dad both decided they wanted one, and one day at lunch they told us we were getting a kitten. I was beside myself with joy! God had not only given me a cat, He’d given me a kitten–even better! I was so happy and thankful. I could not wait for my kitten to come! One day we went to meet the kitties. As soon as I saw the calico kitten, I knew she was the one I wanted. I knew that God had made her for us. On June 12, 2017, Georgia Cherokee came to us. She has been a tremendous blessing ever since, and proof that if you cast your cares on Yehovah, He will sustain you.

6. God gives boundless blessings.
One early September day Georgia was out in the woods. I knew that she would be back later, and that she probably would not answer my calls, but I missed her, so I went out looking for her. I called, “Georgia!”
A neighbor heard me and said, “Are you missing a cat?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“She’s right here!” my neighbor called. I went to see, but the kitten was not Georgia, it was a darling black kitten. I’m telling you, it was love at first sight! My neighbor had found the kitten in the woods. She was so sweet, and with Dad’s permission, we fed her. I asked Dad what we would do with the kitten, not thinking he would let me keep her, and he said, “We will wait and see how Georgia takes to her.” I’ve already told you what happened when they met. Anyway, that Saturday, Dad said we could keep the kitten. Texas Cheyenne became our second little blessing, a true testament to the fact that God will sometimes give you even more blessings than you could even think of having! I never ever thought that God would give me two kitties. It is still so incomprehensible. God can give you more blessings than you could ever dream of. He is a good Father and he gives good gifts to His children.


All in all, I have learned a lot from my kitties. Whether you like cats or not,  I hope you have learned a lot from my experiences. I also hope that if you have a pet, you will learn as much from them as I have from mine. That’s all for now. Thanks for reading!



A Trip To Ohio

This is the same story from a pessimist’s view and a optimist’s view. Which is the true story about me–the pessimist or the optimist?

-The Pessimist’s View-

On December 15, 2016, my family of seven got into our van and drove from our house in northeast Alabama. We were going to my aunt’s wedding in Cleveland, Ohio. I was indeed nervous, for I had never been to Cleveland. The sun was up by the time we got to Kentucky, but we did not see anything interesting. In Kentucky bits of snow dotted the hills, with a hazy dark sky above. I was not interested in any of the things I had planned to do in the van, so I looked outside. The hills led to valleys and we entered Ohio–Cincinnati, Ohio. We took Interstate 71 all the way to Cleveland. As the sun was setting, we arrived at our big hotel. An air of silence filled the hotel, an air that reminded me that I was not at my home. We settled into our rooms and went to sleep.

The next day was pretty boring. We children were tired of the endless mounds of snow. During the day we went outside in the snow and inside at the pool, and in the evening we helped my aunt prepare for the wedding. It was nice to see family.

The next day was December 17, the day of the wedding. We were all kind of excited as we got up, ate a little food, and drove to the church. One by one our friends and family arrived also. The wedding was okay. After the reception, we went to another aunt’s house for a long night of visiting. When it was all over, we went back to the hotel. The next day we drove home.

I had been in Cleveland for three days, and I saw a glimpse of city life with lots of buildings, stores, streets, and traffic. I realized then just how much I liked living in my suburban Alabama home. I had some fun and made some memories in the city with family, snow, and the big hotel, but I was glad to be home.

-The Optimist’s View-

On December 15, 2016, my family of seven got into our van and drove from our house in northeast Alabama. I was very excited. We were going to my aunt’s wedding in Cleveland, Ohio. I was indeed a little nervous, for I had never been to Cleveland. The sun was up by the time we got to Kentucky, and what we saw was beautiful. In Alabama we do not see much snow, but in Kentucky bits of snow dotted the hills, with a hazy gray sky above. I was too fascinated with the scene outside to do any of the things I had planned to do in the van. The hills led to valleys and we entered Ohio–Cincinnati, Ohio. We took Interstate 71 all the way to Cleveland. As the sun was setting, we arrived at our hotel–one of the fanciest hotels we had ever visited! An air of silence filled the hotel, an air that reminded me that I was not at my home. We settled into our rooms and went to sleep.

The next day was very peaceful. We children were completely enthralled by the beautiful mounds of snow. During the day we played outside in the snow and inside at the pool, and in the evening we helped my aunt prepare for the wedding. It was lovely to see family, so lovely!

The next day was December 17, the day of the wedding! We were all so excited as we got up, ate some food, and drove to the church. One by one our friends and family arrived also. The wedding was beautiful, definitely worth the trip. Our aunt got married! After the reception, we went to another aunt’s house for a fun-filled night. When it was all over, we went back to the hotel. The next day we drove home.

I had been in Cleveland for three days, and I saw a glimpse of city life with lots of buildings, stores, streets, and traffic. I realized then just how much I liked living in my suburban Alabama home, and how thankful I was for it. I had a lot of fun and made a lot of memories in the city with family, snow, and the fancy hotel, but there is no place like home.


Which do you think is the true story? Which do you want to be, the pessimist or the optimist? Which are you? I shall tell you now that the optimist is the true story of our trip to Ohio. I sometimes fail to be an optimist, like I was in this story, but I try my best, and I hope you do too. Life is always more fun with optimism.


Operation Auca

It was January of 1956 when five men were lanced on the banks of the muddy Curaray River by the savage Auca tribe. These five young men gave their lives for that highly primitive Ecuadorian tribe, but they did not die in vain.

Pennsylvanian Nate Saint and his wife Marj had come to the Oriente, the eastern jungle of Ecuador, in September of 1948. While in Ecuador they were blessed with three children. Nate was a missionary pilot who delivered medicine and supplies to stations around the jungle.

Jim Elliot, an Oregon native, and his buddy Pete Fleming from Seattle had come in 1952. Jim and Pete had prayed for years about where they should serve as missionaries. Jim heard about the Quichua (keech-wa) tribe in Ecuador and had prompted Pete to join him. Pete, who had a master’s degree in literature and planned to be a professor, left his new sweetheart Olive Anisole in Seattle with a promise to marry her later. Jim and Pete settled in Shandia (shan-dya), on the banks of the Rio Napo.

Elisabeth Howard, the sister of Jim’s best friend, had come to serve the Colorado Indians on the coastlands of Ecuador. Jim had known her since their college days in Wheaton, Illinois. They planned to marry one day, but when a major flood came upon Shandia and destroyed all of Jim and Pete’s work, Jim decided he should marry Elisabeth immediately. They had a small wedding ceremony there in Shandia. Together, Jim and Elisabeth met life in the jungle with determination and joy.

Ed McCully, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, was a good friend of Jim’s. He had met Jim at Wheaton College, where Ed had been a star orator and athlete. He accepted Jim’s challenge to be a missionary. He left for Ecuador in December of 1952 with his wife Marilou and their little son Stevie. They worked in Shandia so Jim and Elisabeth could start a missionary station in Puyupungu (poo-yoo-poongoo).

The following year, Pete went back to Seattle to marry Olive. They had a six month retreat before the two of them went to Quito for Olive’s Spanish training. Then they moved to Puyupungu to work at the missionary station that Jim and Elisabeth had started.

Roger Youderian, a decorated paratrooper in the US Army, had come from Montana to Ecuador in 1953 with his wife Barbara and his little daughter Bethy. They served in Macuma (ma-coo-ma) among the Jivaro (hee-va-ro) Indians of Southern Ecuador. Life was not easy among the hateful, unsaved Indians, but like the other missionaries, he did not give up.

Nate had heard about the Auca tribe years ago, when he first arrived in Ecuador. He wanted to share the gospel with this tribe, and had been looking for them as he flew over the jungle. He had heard that the Auca (ow-ka) tribe was so hostile that no one could get close enough to them to find out their real name. The tribe had been given the Quichua name “Auca,” meaning “savage.” The Aucas had been treated very poorly by the Spanish, and since then did not trust anyone outside of their tribe. Whenever an outsider came into their territory, the Aucas monitored their every step, watching for a reason to kill them.

When Jim, Pete, and Ed heard of the Aucas, they were also filled with a longing to reach them with the gospel. For years everyone worked at their missionary stations, waiting for an opportunity to share the gospel with the Aucas. Ed and Marilou had another boy, and were expecting a baby again. Jim and Elisabeth had a baby girl, and Roger and Barb were blessed with a baby boy. Life was good in the jungle, but they kept on thinking about the Aucas.

Ed and Marilou McCully decided to set up a missionary station on the Auca’s side of the Arajuno (a-ra-hoo-no) River at an abandoned Shell Oil Company reserve. The Aucas had killed three Shell Oil workers there about ten years previous, but Ed and Marilou were willing to take the risk.

On September 19, 1955, Nate flew to the McCully’s base at Arajuno. He asked Ed if they should go looking for his “neighbors.” Ed happily agreed to ride along in Nate’s plane. It was a nice clear day, but still Nate and Ed could see nothing but the ocean of green trees. Nate was about to turn back for more gas when he saw Auca huts! The next time Nate saw Jim and Pete, he told them the exciting news. All the men felt that God was putting things in place. Jim, especially, felt they should share the gospel soon with the Aucas. Pete felt they should not be hasty. The men discussed how they would share the gospel, if they were to do it soon, as that seemed to be the general consensus. They knew Nate’s plane would help them, but they prayed for further direction from God.

Jim heard that there was an Auca girl named Dayuma (dye-u-ma) living at a hacienda down the road near Shandia. In fear of her life, she had escaped the Auca village during an inner-tribal dispute. Jim met with Dayuma. She taught him some Auca phrases. She thought he was just curious about her primitive tribe. She did not know that he wanted to visit them. “Never trust them,” she told Jim. “They will appear nice and then they will turn around and kill.”

Jim and the other men were ready for action, and in October of 1955, they started “Operation Auca” when Nate and Ed went on a “gift drop.” Nate had developed a new technique of lowering a bucket from the plane. It had been helpful in delivering supplies to missionary stations around the jungle. Now Nate was using it to give his first message of goodwill to the Aucas. He lowered down a kettle and ribbons as Ed looked for the Aucas. They could not see any Aucas, so they set the gifts on a road in the village.

The next week, when they came to deliver a machete, the kettle was gone. As they lowered the machete, it dropped into the river, and several Aucas dove after it. When they came up, Ed started to yell through the megaphone, “Biti miti punamupa!” which means, “We like you. We want to be your friends,” in the Auca language. The Aucas called back, but Ed could not hear what they were saying. Ed kept on calling friendly Auca phrases. Nate did a gift drop each week with any of the men that could tag along. Sometimes the Aucas would send things back, like fruit, headdresses, or a parrot. The Aucas liked Nate’s gift drops. They would crowd in the clearing and wave happily whenever his plane appeared. The missionary men were excited.

Nate started to look for a good landing spot in the Auca territory. He found a place to land along the Curaray River, and it was near the Auca camps. He called it “Palm Beach,” so that no one would know about their secret mission. Pete, Jim, Ed, and Nate prepared to depart from the Arajuno missionary station and land on Palm Beach on January 3, 1956. They started gathering bug repellant, food, toys for the Aucas, and other things they needed. They packed a portable radio so they could keep in contact with Marj Saint at their home in Shell Mera.

The men realized that in order for it to be a successful mission, they needed a fifth man. The men told Nate to tell Roger Youderian of their secret mission. Roger was willing to take the risks and join them.

Departure time came, but the plane could not hold all of them at the same time. Jim and Ed had to pull straws to see who would get to go first. Ed won, so on the morning of the third, Nate flew Ed to Palm Beach and left him there with the supplies. The others soon came. That afternoon, Nate flew over “Terminal City,” which was the name the men had given the Auca village. Nate used the megaphone to tell the Aucas to meet them at the Curaray River the next day. Nate and the other men waited on the beach, but the Aucas did not come the next day, or the next. The men waited impatiently, yelling Auca phrases into the woods, hoping for their voices to be answered.

On January 6, the day started as usual. The men each took their turns yelling Auca phrases into the woods. They called this “beach patrol.” A booming male voice answered them. An Auca man and two Auca women came out of the forest. The missionaries were so happy and greeted the Aucas in their native language.

Jim wasted no time in escorting the Aucas across the river to the camp. The missionaries called the man “George” and the younger lady “Delilah.” the older lady did not get a name. The men showed the Aucas a picture of Dayuma, the Auca girl that had escaped. That was a big mistake. The Aucas did not understand pictures or the pocket it was taken out of. The Aucas thought the picture meant that the men had eaten Dayuma. The Aucas enjoyed the toys, but the man, George, wanted more than toys. He wanted to fly in Nate’s plane. Nate agreed and took him for a flight. George waved happily at his jealous tribesmen. The visit went well, as far as the missionaries knew. George and Delilah left when night came, but the older lady stayed until right before the missionaries got up from bed. The missionaries were very excited. They thought the visit was a success. They hoped more Aucas would come soon.

The next day the Aucas did not come. The missionaries waited. Nate looked at the Aucas from his plane once in a while. He saw that the Aucas seemed fearful and confused. He did not like that. On January 8, Nate went to look at them again from his plane. He saw about ten Auca men headed toward Palm Beach. He was so excited. He called Marj and told her that he would call her at 4:35 p.m. “This could be the big day,” he told Marj over the radio as he flew back to Palm Beach to join Pete, Jim, Ed, and Roger. All the men were excited. They knew something big was going to happen that day. They waited patiently.

Marj Saint and Olive Fleming sat by the radio at 4:35. Barb Youderian and Marilou McCully were in Arajuno awaiting the news. Nate was never late with a call, but there was no news from Palm Beach. Minute after minute passed. The men did not call. The wives were worried, but they hoped their husbands were just busy with the Aucas. The next morning the wives called Elisabeth Elliot who was teaching school in Shandia. They told her that the men were missing, and that Johnny Keenan, another missionary pilot, was flying over Palm Beach to give a report. Johnny saw that Nate’s plane was damaged beyond use, and that the camp looked desolate. He couldn’t see anything else. Word was getting out quickly about the missing men. A search party of soldiers, missionaries, and a physician were sent to investigate the camp. The wives were certain at least one of their husbands had survived. Then news came from the Quichuas who had seen Ed’s body downstream.

The search team continued and finally came to the wives who anxiously sat down for the news. Four other bodies had been found in the river: Nate, Jim, Pete, and Roger. None had escaped. The search team had buried the men at Palm Beach. The wives were very sad, but they were filled with God’s peace that passes all understanding. They did not hate the Aucas for killing their husbands. They prayed that the Aucas would know God.

Marj Saint went to a new post in Quito. Marilou McCully went to the United States to birth her third child, joining Marj in Quito later. Barbara Youderian stayed in Macuma and continued work with the Jivaro Indians. Olive Fleming returned to the US and remarried.

Rachel Saint, Nate’s sister, came to Ecuador. In a few years, both she and Elisabeth Elliot were teaching the Bible inside the Auca camps. The Aucas wanted to learn about the men and their God after seeing angels dancing and singing over the men’s bodies on the beach. The Aucas said the angels were as bright as a thousand flashlights.

It was five years after the men’s death when the first Auca finally became a Christian. Soon after, the entire Auca tribe was praising God, even the natives who had killed the men. The Aucas now understood what the missionaries had been doing. They were very sad they had killed them. But the prayers of the missionaries and their wives had been answered. Operation Auca had been successful. The Aucas became nice to people. They are not called “Aucas” (savages) any more. They go by their original tribal name “Waodoni,” meaning “humans” or “men.” The Aucas live on, and so does the legacy of Nate, Jim, Pete, Ed, and Roger–a legacy of love, trust, and faith in God.

By Faith Williams

March 4, 2017


Caughey, Ellen. Some Gave All. Uhrichsville, OH: Barbour Publishing, Inc., 2002.

Elliot, Elisabeth. Through Gates of Splendor. Milton Keynes, UK: Authentic Media Limited, 2005.

Miller, Susan Martins. Jim Elliot. Uhrichsville, OH: Barbour Publishing, Inc., 1996.

A Daughter of the King

I’m not one of this world
I’m a stranger on this earth
for I have cleansed my path
According to your word

The world may think I’m crazy
Or maybe even insane
But I find my joy and peace
In Yeshua’s great name

I’m not being conformed
To this world that thinks evil’s fine
I am being transformed
By the renewing of my mind

And when temptations come to me
And say, “Come on, it’s fun!”
I will overcome these lies
By the power of God’s Son

God will deliver me
From the enemy’s hand with grace
“Look, I’m free now!”
I shout in the enemy’s face

I will sing of mercy and judgement
To you, God, I will sing
For you have taken me, a pauper
To be a daughter of the King

I will follow you always
No matter what others like
For straight and narrow is the path
The path that leads to life

-Scripture References-
Psalm 119:9
Psalm 119:19
Romans 12:2
Psalm 101:1
Matthew 7:14



I sing praises to God
I sing praises anew
I sing praises to God
All His words are true

He can deliver and He can save
He raises us up from the grave
He lifts us up from the clay
He sets us down on His way

He gives us food in its season
The beginning and latter rains
And when the good year ends
He gives it to us again

He is worthy of all praise
So extol Him in all your ways

The Trip

Life’s story is like a trip unknown
But during it we are not alone

Sometimes He will lead us on the highway
On the traveled, easy ways
And sometimes He leads us on bumpy roads
But He always with us stays

Whenever we need fuel
He will always give us gas
And when on the hard road
He will always help us pass

When to Him we disobey
And we go off the path
He will give us kind correction
And mercifully lead us back

Yehovah will always lead us
From day one and forevermore
Until the trip is over
And we open heaven’s door


A Vessel of Worth

Let no one despise
The fact you are young
For you have a calling
For the days to come

To shine God’s light
To the ends of the earth
To fight the good fight
You’re a vessel of worth

-Scripture References-
1 Timothy 4:12
Acts 1:8
2 Timothy 4:7