I’m not quite sure what to make of it myself. I have a few interpretations of what this picture could be.
I guess it’s up to my readers to decide for themselves what they wish to see in my little picture. Let me know– I’m curious!
We are a literary family. My mother and father both read to us, each from their favorites: from my mother we got Lewis and Salinger and MacDonald, before we were old enough for any of them. From my father we got Tolkien and Homer, for whom one is never too young or too old.
So often I get worried or frustrated with something, only to realize that God had everything under control from the beginning.
“See? I took care of it for you. There is no need to worry, only trust in Me.”
His patience must be infinite to have to put up with such a slow-to-learn creature such as myself.
I’m working on it, Papa. I’m working on it.
What is forgiveness?
How do you know if it’s happened? Can you ever really know?
…et je suis fier de ça.
Io posso parlare italiano adesso e io amo mangiare il gelato.
En conclusion, je veux apprendre français, Italiano, e finalmente, Deutsch!
I know this song is sad. Really, I do. But somehow I find it more comforting than depressing. Enjoy.
I know I should be grateful for the feeling of the calm before the start of an adventure. The sails are unfurled and the ship is on its way, navigating smooth waters in the middle of an endless ocean. No one knows what might happen or where the destination of the voyage might be. Everything is calm and normal and sane.