The post the other day about books made me start wondering why I don't read now with the same passion I used to. I no longer devour books.
I decided the reason is that I read for characters and to find out the story. Well, right now, I live with enough characters that I do not have the same hunger to seek them out. And most characters in books fall dismally short of the reality of those I live with.
Yesterday Mr Music was (supposed to be) doing his math (loyal readers will recognize how often things happen when he is {supposed to be} doing his math) and I hear him singing a song he learned on a tape from my Mum, "I'm a Lonely Little Petunia in an Onion Patch." Good grief.
And today, as she is crossing an assignment off the day's list, Miss Dance announces, "All I can say is, you never can tell with trombones."
Right ho.
Back to the quote from Elisabeth Elliot’s The Shaping of a Christian Family:
A talented woman was asked by a friend, “Why have you never written a book?”
“I am writing two,” was the quiet reply. “I have been engaged on one for ten years, the other five.”
“You surprise me!” the friend said. “What profound works they must be!”
“It does not yet appear what they shall be,” said the woman. “But when He makes up His jewels, my great ambition is to find them there.”
“Your children?”
“Yes, my two children. They are my life’s work.”
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I suppose in a few years, when they are grown, my appetite for books will return with a vengeance.
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