Little Orphan Nanny

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Little Orphan Nanny

A Father’s Day Tribute to my Daddy-Bob and my Father God

Since my childhood was somewhat disjointed, I don’t have a lot of fond memories of family, traditions or feelings of belonging. Memories of good times are few.

I can’t really even say that I was raised. It was more that I was allowed to grow up, but the nurturing part was sadly neglected.  My mother’s illness waxed and waned, as my father often worked more than one job to keep up with over-burdening medical costs.

Wanderers, that’s what we were.   My sister, two brothers and I spent our childhoods trekking from home to home.  Various relatives and strangers scattered throughout California and Nebraska reluctantly welcomed us.  Even so, often, the task of caring for the three younger children fell to me. Although there wasn’t much difference in our ages, the two youngest especially, treated me as “Mother.”

Of course, a few positive memories peek through the curtain of my soul every now and then. God, church, the Bible and songs, had all been introduced to me, and there were times where church attendance was regular. Those times built up my heart for the unpleasant ones.  I loved being at church.  It felt like “home.”

For the most part, I was not truly raised is a Christian. Our family’s circumstances and a lack of extended family support left us more isolated than not.

I felt like Little Orphan Nanny waiting for Daddy More-Bucks to save me. With cardboard in my shoes, and no coat or sweater to protect from the cold, my ability to hope and to trust was greatly hindered.  Of course, hindsight revealed Satan’s plot to keep me from a true, Fatherly relationship with my Creator.

God’s ability to keep all of us throughout our lives is amazing to me. A certain drive to please God burned deep within my gut.  Nearly as strong, was the constraint to stay in school!

Around age fourteen, a certain situation lined up which threatened to leave me without home, school, or anyone to watch over me. Just when I didn’t know how I was going to go on all by myself, God put a surrogate family in my life for the better part of my teen years. He helped me to see the qualities of a real man and a real father.

I am forever grateful to Daddy-Bob Moon for his steadiness, his love for his family, his work ethic, his banjo music, his faithfulness to God and so much more.  My heart took it all in!

Because of this, in my early adult years, my directives were even more sure.  I wanted my children to have a solid spiritual foundation and I began painstakingly searching out God’s promises and spiritual principles for myself.  A spiritual principle that had become important to me was more easily remembered if I put it into song form.  As a result, I wrote many songs for my kids, but they helped me too!

Discovering that God was a Father to the fatherless, I allowed myself to allow Him to substitute for all that hadn’t been right for me as a child. Little by little, our relationship grew until I became quite confident.

Out of that confidence, I penned the words to this little ditty! While I’m sure I have shared this before, I know I hadn’t shared the reason it came into existence. I call it my “nyah-nyah-on-the-devil” song, Imagine it being sung in the voice of a smug, little girl, skipping as she sings!

“I am His Little I Am”

I am my Father’s glory,
I am His joy and pride!
I barge right into the Throne Room,
I run right up to His side!

I try to be just like Him
In all I do or say
I’m spoiled and I know it,
But He loves me anyway!

Oh…I am His Little “I am” I am!
Runnin’ around the Throne.
In the Name of my Big Brother, Jesus
I make all Heaven my home.

I am His little “I am”, I am!
Some say I look just like Him.
I am His little “I am”, I am!
I am, ‘cause He lives within

Oh, I am, ‘cause He lives within!

 Happy Father’s Day, Father God!

Happy Father’s Day to my Daddy-Bob!

Thank you both! I love you dearly!





5 thoughts on “Little Orphan Nanny

  1. Thank you, Nancy. This is a great tribute to those of us that also had surrogate earthly fathers ( in my case, my grandfather after my father passed when I was 3 and 1/2) as well as our one, true Heavenly Father.
    Laurie Moulton


  2. Laurie Moulton Thank you, Hazel and Nancy. This is a great tribute to those of us that also had surrogate earthly fathers ( in my case, my grandfather after my father passed when I was 3 and 1/2) as well as our one, true Heavenly Father.


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