I’m writing a short story that includes a visit to the public library. My first visit, actually. The librarians were so friendly.
Now that I think about it, I remember when they told me to move up into the adult section. I’d graduated from the children’s department. I wasn’t expecting that. I don’t remember a Young Adult section all those years ago.
I walked into the separate room. So many choices; where to begin? Mom took me to the library once at night. She got out a book by Dale Evans, wife to the cowboy movie star, Roy Rogers. Dale’s book, Angel Unaware made its way to our home that night.
If Mom took me to the library any other time, it’s slipped my mind. I usually walked with my older brother or sister. When I got older, I was the one to escort younger ones. Once in a great while, I’d go downtown to the main branch of the library. What a treat that was!
God has been so good to me over the years. You may ask me why I think that way. Because in the New Testament in the book of James 1:17, (KJV), it says, “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.”