We All Learn Now And Then

Last night Providence and I spent over half an hour reading the entire George and Martha series. They are so hilarious in their silly simplicity. I love the words they use like fond, wicked, flabbergasted, bawling out, and such. It makes me smile, it makes me want to write children's stories, it also makes me wish some things could be worked out so easily.

Speaking of children's books we recently finished Charles Perrault's Fairy Tales in which there was a tale called Patient Griselda, to be honest it was very nearly hard for me to read. In our culture of feminism and doing what's right...for you, this story seems to be everything we despise. After marriage the husband is convinced that his wife cannot really be as good as she seems and so sets about to make her miserable. She patiently, serenely, and lovingly accepts her husbands absolute wickedness, even when he takes away their child from her. In the end he finally sees that she has been a good wife and vows to work harder for her happiness then he ever did to make her miserable, however the rage in my breast was telling me that nothing could ever erase the last 16 years of his treatment and how could she still love him?

How I need to tame that rage and instead admire such character, such inner strength. How I need to tame a heart, in my opinion, too much in this culture. And how grateful I am that the Lord is so patient with me, more so then Griselda even.