[♥] The Ramblings

my precious dog Jude sleeping. My man.

I've finally found a new muse in literature. If one can call fiction such. I feel comfortable doing so, so please do not be offended. This week I began SENSE AND SENSIBILITY. When I was younger I didn't appreciate the witty and thought provoking styles of early british literature. In fact, I had developed such disdain for the names Austen and Bronte and Dickens that I really just thought anyone who spoke of them was being pompous and boastful. I figured the only people who could stomach something so dull and unnecessarily complex were disturbed in some invisible way and only forced themselves to swallow the readings knowing that it would give them lovely conversation in the familiar social settings.

me and the girls at ALTA. Impromptu study sesh turned artsy picture...

However, I have either admitted that I am invisibly disturbed or changed my opinion of such connoisseurs. I pray it is the latter ;). I watched Jane Eyre recently with a dearly beloved and close sister of mine and it sparked a real hunger for depth. Atonement was the first movie to ever develop a thirst for something different. I was used to the American feedings of Nicolas Sparks and Francine Rivers was later discovered after that. But, not to discredit either for they are great writers, my taste had began to desire something new and different. So in the last few months I had began scouring the aisles of Barnes and Noble and borders looking for what my heart was coveting. But I couldn't find anything that really hit the spot.  Does anyone understand what I mean by that? Or am I the only woman in the world who stalks the aisles of bookstores reading covers and first chapters praying to strike GOLD??

Well, I digress.


I had picked up C.S Lewis and although he was interesting and I found a spark of enthusiasm developing he just wasn't it. I went back to Rivers but it was the same. So I waited and avoided the bookstore aisles for a while only going with friends and diverting my attention to the magazine racks knowing they could provide temporary relief. Then Jane Eyre was introduced to me. And I became a bit obsessed with the movie. It wasn't enough that the love was so raw yet pure. It wasn't enough that the dialogue was fascinating, brilliant yet comprehensible. No. It was definitely a combination of that distant yet tangible ERA of time that captivated me.


So, in order to not bore you any longer with my would be british style of a post... Yes. I tried. Please forgive me if you made it this far. I would like to let you all know that I am currently in love with Sense and Sensibility by the late Jane Austen and am loving everything that I once despised. Isn't it crazy how our taste changes so drastically as life goes on? I am actually shocked that the Gossip Girl series once had my full attention in middle school... I couldn't ever go back to that type of reading and feel satisfaction, yet that was exactly what those books delivered when I was younger.


Okay. This was not a juicy post. I know. But it was definitely from the heart ,as well as a sleep deprived mindset. Therefore, I am content and satisfied in posting this for all to view and be bored with. Why, I don't even care if I lose a reader or two. lol. I'm seriously in need of sleep..

taking pictures while driving. Such a great role model.

I leave you with this picture. Be blessed today. Wednesday is always nice. Mid-week. Hope and light at the end of that work week tunnel.

Okay. So I don't remember if I told you guys about the Dermatitis I developed *allergic reaction* on my upper lip that left a scar... BUT... If I didn't I thought I'd show you guys a picture in which the scar is visible so you can see what I have to live with. I kind got shy and did some effects to the picture to lighten the scar but it is still pretty prominent. It looks like I have dirt on my lip :(. Well, the good thing is now I know that my husband will be legit. Not just a godly man but one not into the perfect look or flawless face. lol A humble man indeed. Oh, and I apologize for speaking so much of this imaginary, future husband. These weddings have really sparked more talk of Him recently and it is a bit annoying repeating "future husband" over and over and not knowing how to stop. My poor friends. And you guys.. So sorry. 

Thanks for tolerating me these last couple of days. I haven't really been doing any posts with a clear theme. I think my blog has reflected where I am spiritually right now. With Africa all of a sudden being not something that the Lord has me doing I've been left with this wonder. Wondering what exactly it all means and that although I trust God and believe His ways are always better, I'm a bit hurt that in this situation His ways are not in alignment with my wants. I want to go to Africa but His ways are steering me opposite. I trust you God... it just hurts. I mourned today like a sad, sad little girl. Pray for my silly temperament if the spirit strikes. I know it will all work out to His good purpose.

Okay, I'm really done writing now. Night and Goodmorning...

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