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Wednesday
Feb292012

Random wake-up coffee post

The Beagle felt it necessary to rouse me at 5:45 this morning, fifteen minutes before my regular wake-up time.  Yes, yes, it's wonderful to have a creature so excited to see me, but the furnace had not kicked in yet, and I was cold.  Now, I'm enjoying my first cup of Kicking Horse coffee to get me started.  I have to work on my lesson for Sunday, John 19.

Rebecca, as is usual, had a really good post yesterday about what the Puritans called 'bosom friends.'  I am always interested to hear what the Puritans had to say.  In her comments, some fellow ladies (I have a feeling most men would not share about this) and I talked about whether or not we had 'bosom' friends.  Anne Shirley, L.M. Montgomery's beloved character, longed for a bosom friend.  I think lots of girls do.  Women, even poorly put together ones like myself, do like friendships, and our friendships often become more intimate than the ones men have.  I thought about whether or not I had a 'bosom' friend, and I don't, really, except my husband.  I have a few female friends I enjoy being with, but there is really only two or three I would trust with my confidence, and even then, I'd never tell them everything.

Do you ever suspect that no one really knows who you are?  Not even your spouse?  I think we all have feelings like that.  I'm sure my husband thinks I'm just a big ball of confusion most days, and I know there are things about him I still don't claim to understand.  I know for a fact that as close as I may be with my friends, none of them really know me deeply.  I do tend to keep some of myself back.  I had a friend many years ago who referred to it as having a little "mystery."  Not that we want to fool people, but we don't need to tell everyone everything.  We live in a age where there is a constant glut of information in every conceivable location; we can't escape it.  You can take a cellphone into the bathroom and not even have a private moment there.  We often mistake the information as being good because it's there.  That translates into our relationships.  No one needs to know my every thought.

I wonder if we are designed to feel like no one will ever know us so that we will seek Christ, who knows us better than we know ourselves.  I wonder if the restlessness I have that no one really "gets" me is a good thing because if there was someone who really understood me, perhaps I would not seek God.  Being deprived of something can be good, because it keeps us reaching for what is better. 

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Reader Comments (4)

Had to post another comment. Your last paragraph is fantastic. Boy do I feel I am clinging to Christ these days. Also, I have been thinking about you so much because of a post you had long ago looking for a modest black dress. That is one thing I am loving about the UK. There are several companies with wonderful clothes - Boden, White Stuff, Fat Face - weird names, I know, but many great dresses - most are a bit too low cut, but there are gems in the midst of them! The problem is they are quite expensive.

February 29, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterJen

Fat Face? Hahaha! That is a very odd name.

February 29, 2012 | Registered CommenterKim

You should have a look at the websites! Really. Did you know Challies has linked to you?

February 29, 2012 | Unregistered CommenterJen

Yes, I did see that, and have recovered sufficiently. My blog traffic did a huge jump in about ten minutes, and I was totally confused.

I am definitely going to look at those websites! Fat Face here I come!

February 29, 2012 | Registered CommenterKim

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