Tuesday, March 13, 2012

thank you, ms. stockett.

I am a little disillusioned at the discovery that Kathryn Stockett's publicity manager does not allow the release of this incredible author's mailing address for general public use (or, admittedly in some cases, abuse).  On second thought, this makes perfect sense.  I just finished reading The Help and felt that nothing short of a sincere thank you letter was appropriate in response.  However, this venue must suffice.

Dear Ms. Stockett,

Thank you for writing your incredible novel, The Help.  Until I read this book, I had been stuck for too long in a rut of running through fast-paced routine, checking off to-do lists, and seeking instant entertainment.  As soon as I read the first sentence of Chapter One, I appreciated once more the inestimable value of reading a good book.  As I read through this novel (into the night, at the gym, on my lunch breaks, in the time I could find and then some) I experienced the healing and empowering that the soul receives from reading words that have been masterfully crafted into sentences, paragraphs, characters, emotions, and stories.  Your novel has influenced me in many ways: on a large scale, I have been enlightened regarding the way I would like to raise my future children, my views of society and history, my need to stop and consider another's perspective - and on a small but quite significant scale, I am inspired to pick up great literature and read more and pick up my smartphone and waste time less.

Thank you for telling this story so beautifully.

Lydia Cornell

Friday, March 9, 2012

a life-changing date.

The last four weeks have been "fraught with loss and change" - full of new and mostly unpleasant situations, human responsibilities, and cares.  In a futile attempt to keep myself from crumbling under the weight of human life, I subconsciously decided to push the Lord and my time with Him to the back-burner and getasmanythingsdoneasipossiblycaninoneday... without Him.  Including making major life decisions.  Including bearing anxiety.  Including trying to find joy and satisfaction in my life.

Oh, Lydia.

But He is my loving and merciful God.  Who wisely knows how to break through heart-crust.  This time one of His wise master tools was the internet, of all things.

This Facebook post from A.P. - "The one who experiences the most transformation is the one who is most open to the Lord. - Watchman Nee"

This tidbit I listened to from my dropbox.com collection - "If you are not in the fellowship with the Son in a life-changing way daily, you will fall down..."

This blog post from V.Y. - "maybe you attempt in a humble spirit to actually touch the Lord but then condemn yourself for doing all the above instead of coming to Him as the Fountain of living waters."

Later in the evening, I was lying in bed, thoroughly engrossed in a novel, still busily ignoring the Lord.  I had been craving comfort-food, but all the people I attempted to recruit for dinner plans were unavailable.  Suddenly, surely motivated by hunger... and the Spirit, I sat up, put down my book, and said to the Lord, "Alright, Lord.  Wanna go on a pizza date with me?"  And He did.  So I got in my car - with the Lord - and headed to Costco, and for the first time in a long time, talked to Him.  The small sentences and phrases I had read earlier came up in my being.  Those individuals had no idea, but their faithfulness to share their portion had been God Himself ministering to me. Through His mercy, I opened to Him.  I had life-changing fellowship with Him.  I finally came back to Him as the Fountain of living waters.

Because of the aforementioned four weeks of troubles, I recently made this card for myself and a couple of my companions, which reminds me to have a thankful and rejoicing heart for at least one thing every day.

Yesterday, I thanked Him from the bottom of my heart for our pizza date.  Because I asked Him to get pizza with me and He made me fall in love with Him again.  There was no miraculous deliverance from all my situations and problems.  But that's not really what I needed.  My true need was a sweet Costco-pizza date with my dear Lord Jesus. :)