Little Threads || A Review
Little Threads was written
by Elizabeth Prentiss in 1863. It has a copyright date of 2005 by
Mark Hamby, and was published by Lamplighter Publishing as a part of
the Lamplighter Rare Collector’s Series. It can be found on
the Lamplighter Publishing website at www.lamplighter.net.
Little
Threads is set in England in the mid-1800s. It tells the story of
two very different girls, one called “Tangle Thread” and the
other, “Golden Thread”.
Tangle Thread was a beautiful
child, and had been small since birth. Her family was wealthy, and
she was provided everything a little girl could ever need. Though
Tangle Thread was cheerful and contented while she got her way, the
moment her will was challenged, she would throw a fit and scream. She
challenged her mother and nurse until they were all exhausted and the
house was filled with her screams and outbursts. Who would have
guessed that such a small child could hold such a strong will?
Tangle Thread’s mother was a
sweet, godly woman. Coming from a wealthy family herself, she had
never known want. Though she had wealth and friends and much
admiration from those around her, she did not become proud. Rather,
she was a friend of the poor and brokenhearted. She listened as they
told her their troubles, and never did they leave her home
empty-handed. On the day this woman had a baby, her dear little one,
whom she referred to as “the Baby”, totally captivated her life.
Soon the household was to find
that Baby had a will of her own, and liked to express it. It caused
the mother much heartache as she struggled to break Baby of her will,
and she continually leaned on the LORD and asked Him for wisdom in
raising such a strong-willed child. Because of the trouble and
anxiety Baby caused her poor mother, Baby’s father began to refer
to her as “Tangle Thread”. Everyone began calling her this, for
as she grew taller and stronger, so did her will—no matter what her
parents did to discipline her.
So with every day that passed,
Tangle Thread would throw her fits and cross her mother’s wishes;
and her mother would continue to pray and to train up her daughter as
she knew best, though nothing would seem to make Tangle Thread
obedient and submissive. And every night Tangle Thread would go to
bed miserable and wondering why nobody did as she wished them to do,
only to wake the next morning just as cross and miserable as the day
before.
In the same bustling city as this
wealthy family, lived another mother and child, with quite a
different story. This mother had been on her own in the streets since
she was eight years old. Since then she’d worked and cared for
herself, and one day she’d gotten married. God blessed her with
sweet Golden Thread before her husband left after using up all their
money. Golden Thread was a bright ray of sunshine in the dreary world
in which this woman lived. The woman still worked and cared for
herself, and for the sweet, happy daughter who made her life worth
living. This daughter grew steadily and stronger every day. But
unlike Tangle Thread, little Golden Thread never complained or spoke
an angry word, and she never crossed her mother’s will or got into
trouble.
The day came when this mother had
to leave her Golden Thread alone at home so that she could work to
provide for them. For now Golden Thread was three years old, and too
big to carry along to the homes where her mother did laundering.
These were lonely days for Golden Thread, even though the neighbors
did check on her from time to time. But Golden Thread never once
complained, and always greeted her mother in the same cheerful way,
joyous to see her mother come home in the evening.
Then Golden Thread was old enough
to go to school, and her lonely days were ended. She was the best
girl in her class, even if she wasn’t the fastest to learn, and
this brought joy to her mother, who had never had an education.
Golden Thread was content, even though—like every poor girl—she
did have secret wishes and desires deep within her heart. Through all
her life, she sought to lift her mother’s burden in every way she
could. Eventually, her mother earned enough to furnish their small
rented home and even set money aside as savings.
But one day, Golden Thread’s
hard-working mother falls off a ladder while whitewashing for an
employer. The pail of whitewash pours all over her face and into her
eyes. Unable to use her eyes, she—with the help of Golden
Thread—makes it to a doctor, who promises great things for fixing
her eyes. In the end, Golden Thread and her mother run out of money
in paying the quack doctor and are forced to pawn off some of their
possessions, and eventually even Golden Thread’s shoes. Her mother
still cannot use her now weary eyes, and Golden Thread must withdraw
from school to aid her nearly-blind mother.
Will Tangle Thread remain a
cross and strong-willed daughter, or will she come to be a submissive
child who learns the happiness found in obedience?
Can Golden Thread
remain cheerful and content as she stays home to care for her mother?
With the proper care, can her mother’s eyesight, without which she
cannot work, be restored?
And when these two girls’ paths
cross, what effect will they have on each other’s lives?
As Elizabeth Prentiss weaved her
tale of two Threads, her desire was not to write a book merely for a
child’s amusement. Rather, she hoped to make a difference in
turning hearts of children to do right in becoming good and
submissive like the Lord Jesus. Throughout the book, the author
frequently addresses her child audience, encouraging them in this
direction.
I enjoyed reading Little
Threads and about the lives of Tangle Thread and Golden Thread. I
found this book unique in the way it was directed towards children,
asking its audience to look into their own lives honestly, and decide
which they are—a Tangle Thread, or a Golden Thread. I would
recommend this book as one that shows the reader that she needs to
continually seek God’s help in becoming a good and obedient
daughter.
Blessings and Love,
Georgie Grace
This WAS a pretty good book, wasn't it? -W
ReplyDeleteYeah, it was. ;) -SH
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