I've been reading, with much delight, a story by C.S. Lewis called Till We Have Faces.
A PDF version can be found here.
A (very minor, and not related to the book's major themes) quote from today's reading resonated much with me, a former tomboy:
Can she be jealous?" And so it was, through all those years, whenever we met. Sometimes I would say to myself, "She has lain in his bed, and that's bad. She has borne his children, and that's worse. But has she ever crouched beside him in the ambush? Ever ridden knee to knee with him in the charge? Or shared a stinking water-bottle with him at the thirsty day's end? For all the dove's eyes they've made at one another, was there ever such a glance between them as well- proved comrades exchange in farewell when they ride different ways and both into desperate danger? I have known, I have had, so much of him that she could never dream of. She's his toy, his recreation, his leisure, his solace. I'm in his man's life. (p. 111 from the PDF version).
From Capture the Flag, to snowball fights, to soccer, to paintballing and frisbee--I have had the pleasure of knowing men as a teammate and not just as a female, and I wouldn't give that up for the world!
Another quote:
A PDF version can be found here.
A (very minor, and not related to the book's major themes) quote from today's reading resonated much with me, a former tomboy:
Can she be jealous?" And so it was, through all those years, whenever we met. Sometimes I would say to myself, "She has lain in his bed, and that's bad. She has borne his children, and that's worse. But has she ever crouched beside him in the ambush? Ever ridden knee to knee with him in the charge? Or shared a stinking water-bottle with him at the thirsty day's end? For all the dove's eyes they've made at one another, was there ever such a glance between them as well- proved comrades exchange in farewell when they ride different ways and both into desperate danger? I have known, I have had, so much of him that she could never dream of. She's his toy, his recreation, his leisure, his solace. I'm in his man's life. (p. 111 from the PDF version).
From Capture the Flag, to snowball fights, to soccer, to paintballing and frisbee--I have had the pleasure of knowing men as a teammate and not just as a female, and I wouldn't give that up for the world!
Another quote:
I hid all the things I was feeling — and indeed I did not know what they were, except that all
the peace of that autumnal journey was shattered — so as not to spoil the pleasure of my
people. Next day I understood more clearly. I could never be at peace again till I had written my charge against the gods. It burned me from within. It quickened; I was with book, as a
woman is with child.
Labor pains. They happen for writers, too. For internal processors like me, it often takes a while before we can adequately express ourselves. Thank goodness I write, because I hate burdening others with my verbiage.
Speaking of labor pains, a friend texted me on Christmas Eve, and it spoke to some of the difficult things I have experienced this winter and the feeling that the fruit of those things has and will continue to come out of me in some way :
Thinking about you this Christmas Eve, and the labor pains that come with God giving birth to something new in you. Giving birth is painful; labor is intense. But the new life that it brings is joy. May Christ be formed in you this year.
I'll never be as athletic or eloquent as I desire, but fighting (as a tomboy) and writing (as an introvert) are still two of the ways I express myself. Cheers to that!
Labor pains. They happen for writers, too. For internal processors like me, it often takes a while before we can adequately express ourselves. Thank goodness I write, because I hate burdening others with my verbiage.
Speaking of labor pains, a friend texted me on Christmas Eve, and it spoke to some of the difficult things I have experienced this winter and the feeling that the fruit of those things has and will continue to come out of me in some way :
Thinking about you this Christmas Eve, and the labor pains that come with God giving birth to something new in you. Giving birth is painful; labor is intense. But the new life that it brings is joy. May Christ be formed in you this year.
I'll never be as athletic or eloquent as I desire, but fighting (as a tomboy) and writing (as an introvert) are still two of the ways I express myself. Cheers to that!
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