God’s Timing – Janet E. Green
A Journey of Discovery
… And Eventual Healing
God’s Timing is a spiritual exploration that follows Lucy, who after suffering a crushing sorrow, now sees the world around her to be a place of chaos and disharmony. From her inescapable unease, Lucy is convinced of an impending disaster for her, her family or both, and longs to know what the future holds in order to prepare.
Her dark thoughts continue to penetrate her thinking and soon overwhelm her, even on the backdrop of holidaying in one of the most beautiful places in the world. It is here she is introduced to someone who has the knowledge and absolute proof of what the future will hold for her. Is it by sheer coincidence?
Lucy is about to undertake a journey of discovery that almost blows her mind.
Janet, now living in England, was born and brought up on a farm in Kenya. She has also lived in East Africa, central and southern Africa for several years. The wild life, varied history, people and majestic scenery are only a few reasons why she loves it so much. In Zambia the biggest danger was always the venomous snakes. Her parents were farmers, and for a time her maternal grandparents lived at the farm with them. Janet’s Christian values were largely instilled in her by her Grandmother, who died when she was 8 years old.
She was raised in a Christian home and from that familial introduction into religion, has never questioned the teachings of the faith, and furthermore grew up accepting the popular interpretations of Holy Doctrine.
Mother to two sons, Shaun and Jamie, and following the death of her husband, she moved with her children to Natal in South Africa. “Animals have always been a big part of my life” and there has been very few nights where there hasn’t been a dog, cat, both or several, sleeping in the bed with her! Budgies, rabbits, guinea pigs and horses are other animals Janet has owned over the years, not to mention the farm animals, which goes without saying – “always a source of interest and entertainment.”
“I was fortunate to have been brought up in one of the most beautiful places in the world. We had a farm in Kenya in what was then called the White Highlands, and our farm overlooked the Subukia Valley which is part of the Great Rift Valley. The panorama that was the backdrop to our farm was truly magnificent, and although the equator ran through our land, we lived at an altitude of over 7000ft above sea level, so the alpine air was pristine and clear.”
“My siblings and I had free range of the farm, so we walked, cycled, or rode on horses all over the land – it was a wonderful childhood.”
Janet has enjoyed writing novels for many years. She draws on the memories of Africa for inspiration, where her heart remains, and her works are regularly seasoned by her strong Christian beliefs. Not a natural academic, the realms of algebra and geometry struggled to gain an interest from Janet who veered easier to English, specifically creative writing where her imagination could run riot. She thinks of herself as a listener rather than a talker and has noticed that people, more so than not, like to talk about themselves, which is something Janet often appreciates, listening to someone talk about their journeys in life. Reading is the other natural sister to her writing, especially history or historical novels.
Quotes by Janet from About Jan (see more on her website)
For more information about Janet Green, visit her website and blog at www.janetgreen.org
Also by Janet E. Green
African Awakening – The saga of a strong woman who seeks adventure in Africa.
Dance of Jeopardy – A story of enduring love set against a backdrop of civil war, deceit and deception
The Lunar Rainbow
Lucy wanted to feel better. She had told herself that she would make a real effort on this holiday to rid herself of the black, gloomy cloud that seemed continually to hover around her head, but if even these beautiful surroundings were making her feel worse, how could she ever expect to feel happy again? Her own sadness seemed to weigh down heavily on her, but as if that wasn’t enough, world events also added to the load because every time she watched the news there were new disasters assailing different parts of the world.
Graphic scenes of fires or floods consuming whole communities would flash on the television screen; devastation caused by earthquakes; terrorist attacks; and even volcano eruptions. The people involved in these disasters were filmed running away with raw fear and incomprehension reflected in their pitiful faces, and it was heartbreaking. When there were no disasters to report the news turned to atrocities committed by people—stabbings, murders, child abuse, and those who preyed on others and stole from them. Sadness and outrage seemed to surge from the television or radio as these reports were made, but on the whole no one appeared to take much notice.
It seemed to Lucy that many thought money was every – thing and being unscrupulous was clever, so long as you didn’t get caught! People were actually proud of their actions and blatantly cheated and stole from others while boasting about what they had done. It made Lucy sick to watch the news sometimes, and she often worried that it was inevitable that she or her family would fall prey to scammers or some dreadful event.
People told her she shouldn’t worry; what would be would be. But Lucy did worry. How could she not when the future was so obscure? Surely it was naïve to stick your head in the sand and ignore what was going on in the world? Things couldn’t go on as they were, she was certain of that, but others conducted their lives as though they were completely blind to the things that distressed Lucy so much.
She wearily watched people living their blind lives in a predictable and repetitive fashion. Their trite chatter, their inevitable laughter, their conventional lifestyles—all the same, nothing to distinguish one from the other; it was as though every scene in their lives was placed in a rotational order and replayed again and again without variation—and no one seemed able to see the futility of it all!
They can’t all be wrong, Lucy thought. It must be me. I want some reassurance about the future, but I know that’s impossible. She shook her head in despair; she could feel one of her headaches coming on—it always happened when she allowed herself to think about things too much and get stressed. I just wish I could jump off the earth and get away from all the blind madness she thought, as she rummaged in her beach-bag for painkillers and a bottle of water. She was so tired of gritting her teeth, painting a smile on her lips, and pretending she was okay while trying to ignore the silent screams inside her head that told her she must escape from all this, from the people, from the predictability and futility of life, from everything in this evil world.
Her hand closed around her packet of painkillers and as it did so an unexpected solution suddenly snapped into Lucy’s head. It was clear, easy, and very appealing, and it seemed to fill her whole mind so that she couldn’t think of anything else. How lovely it would be to leave this world and get away from the grief that weighed her down night and day. And she would never have to witness any more disasters, never have to hear another lie, never have to see depraved people indulging in their greed. It would all be gone: the hurt, the sense of angst, the sorrow, and the impotent rage that beat inside her skull—all gone; nothing more to torment her. She had never felt like this before and the urge to end it all was so overpoweringly strong, Lucy found she couldn’t resist it. She scrabbled in her beach-bag again and found her bottle of water. As if in a trance she popped the painkillers out of the foil one by one and laid them in a line along the tree trunk on which she was sitting. She would take the lot just to make sure. It would be easy—all she had to do was shovel them into her mouth in twos and threes and swallow them down with the water—and then just wait to die. She felt she could almost see her loved ones who had gone before, beckoning encouragingly.
Lucy unscrewed the top of her water bottle and took a sip to wet her mouth; she was about to pick up the first couple of tablets and swallow them when she was suddenly hit from behind by something solid and meaty. The impact almost knocked all the breath out of her and she found herself falling off the log, scattering the pills as she fell, while the water bottle flew from her hands and spilled its contents over the sand. She hardly had a moment to try and comprehend what had happened, when a very warm and wet tongue started licking her face and ears.
‘Honey, Honey. Oh my goodness, what have you done now?’
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