Ah, Anne Shirely. I love the movies, though I've never been "obsessed" with them, and I never truly liked Gilbert However the books. . .the BOOKS! The original title is a bit boring, but Anne of Avonlea, Anne of the Island (currently reading!) just sweep me off my feet, take me to places far beyond even my overly-active scope of imagination. The pictures L.M. Montgomery paints through her words are so dreamy. I can hear, feel, smell, see all the colors, the people, Miss Lavenders cottage, Royal Gardner. (only an Anne-fanatic would understand that one. ;) ) Her stories speak to my soul. They are so rich. But now, on to the post.
Life is hard. But not impossible to live through. Life is good. But not always kind. Most often, life feels plain mean - yet we can't let it beat us. "That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Chrsit." 1 Pet 1:17
Right now, this very moment, I feel severely tried. Nothing monumental, just every day cares that constantly nag. When will I get myself together? When will I stop loving my flesh, submitting to my own will? Then there are doubting thoughts . . .Lord, when am I going to get married? I'm waiting - not so very patiently - why is this desire suddenly hitting me like a ton of bricks? I love my single life, I love my family . . .but somehow weddings have an adverse effect on me; I was at one yesterday. No, I am most definitely NOT desperate. There is nothing more unattractive to me then young ladies who talk of nothing, think of nothing, dwell on nothing, but marriage and love. So much adventure lies in the single life - so much growing, learning, excelling. Yet that urge sometimes pulls my brain - despite my stand for contentedness. His plans are perfect. I just have to trust Him and remember: ". . .that the trying of your faith worketh patience." James 1:3 B
Here I sit. Sometimes nothing will help my heart but spilling it all over a piece of paper, forever imprint it on a blank Word document. Many times I have vented, squirmed, cried out, begged for His Mercy - all through my typing fingers. Sometimes verbal words aren't enough. At least for me. This is one of those moments that I feel the need to share, share with you, let YOU know that you aren't alone . . .every Christian struggles, falls, gets back up again. "What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye receive them, and ye shall have them." Mark 11:24 This isn't a fancy post . . .it isn't even a post at all. Its just a scramble of thoughts jumbled up in a "mock" blog entry. Hey, you read it, or you don't. You may even stop following my blog. But I'm going to ramble. It feels so good! "Teach me they way, O Lord, and lead me in a plain path." Psa 27:11
As Anne Shirley said: "Tomorrow is new. . . with no mistakes in it." Sin. We all do it. When I reach the Pearly Gates I'd like no better then to take Adam and Eve by the scruff of their necks and shout, "You TWO! WHAT have you done? Don't you see-don't you know what misery you've brought upon the world? All because of a stupid piece of fruit! *We* had to suffer, because of YOU."
So what is the lesson in all this? Christ has the answer - He knows *everything* held within the murky jaws of the future. I am *not* in control. The little things in life really don't matter. When I step back, take a deep breath, and delve into my Bible, life really doesn't seem that unconquerable. Its just taking the step to actually read - to trust.
Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment,
I've no cause for worry or for fear.
He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,
Gives unto each day what He deems best,
Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.
This is NOT a fluffy post, at least not the second half. Ok, maybe it is, just a tad. But hey, I tried! ;) I was starting to worry that TLRoS was "overly girly." Of course, I'm very girly, so the theme makes sense, yet I want my posts to show a bit more depth. Outside of all the silliness, I am very deep. That said:
. . . Onward Christian Soldiers!!
. . . Onward Christian Soldiers!!