I've come home and still can't begin to sort out my thoughts. :)To classify myself, I must say that I am a wandering daydreamer. I constantly dream dreams, make lists, & invent stories. There are many things that I want to be when I grow up:
become a gardener
become expertly domesticated
produce art
be an expert in interior design
be a REAL writer, write my books
be able to speak Spanish, Russian, and Italian fluently
be like really really really expertly good with kids (in a gospel viewed way)
become more evangelistic & bold in faith
be more disciplined in reading & also running/exercise
be more loving and sympathetic and in mind of others!
Yes, I say this is what I want for when I "grow up."
"Come now, you who say, Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that. As it is, you boast in your arrogance. All such boasting is evil. So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin." James 4:13-17
Here is a blog about the book and you can buy it on a link here.
It's simply like this: I cannot stop. I know what would happen. But my strength is this: MY STRENGTH IS A GREAT GRACE that captivates every molecule of my body and draws me in. That is why I can keep running. That is the only reason I don't give into my aching legs. My endurance comes from grace. A lesson I cannot forget.
"One decisive influence was J. R. R. Tolkein, author of The Lord of the Rings. He argued like this, as Lewis did for the rest of his life: When this Joy—this stab of inconsolable longing—is awakened by certain powerful “myths” or “stories,” it is evidence that behind these myths there is a true Myth, a true Story that really exists, and that the reason the Joy is desirable and inconsolable is that it’s not the real thing. The True Myth, the Real Joy is the original shout, so to speak, and the stories and myths of human making are only echoes.
Tolkein pressed the analogous truth for Christianity. And Lewis did the same years later: “A man’s physical hunger does not prove that that man will get any bread: he may die of starvation on a raft in the Atlantic. But surely a man’s hunger does prove that he comes of a race which repairs its body by eating, and inhabits a world where eatable substances exist.” In other words, “If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probably explanation is that I was made for another world.”"
This is a photo representative of my life right now.
