To Read or Not to Read
(that's my personal question)
Following on from Carol’s post (Burning Beliefs, July 5th) and Meredith Resce’s comment on Facebook ( June 27th Does the idea of romance -finding the handsome prince and falling in love to live happily ever after - actually contribute to the state of unrealistic expectations that makes up our western psyche? Does it contribute to the notions that I need to do what's best for me, and to the all consuming passion that is illogical and unreasonable; that often wears off and leaves the consumer empty and disillusioned with life, their relationships etc?), I have been thinking….a dangerous pass time I know!
Why do we read fiction, why do we write it?
For a long time now my heart hurts when I read fiction.
Things have been happening in my life, as a parent of a 20ish son, it has been difficult, very difficult.
Reading fiction has caused my heart to pound, tears to flow and a feeling of despair.
Life hasn't been heading towards a happily ever after chapter.
I have always enjoyed the trip into Anne of Green Gables land (I have read the entire series 3 times), and have devoured an enormous amount of romance stories in my years.
The queen of self-help books, I would call myself, as I have bought every book on parenting, one book I bought twice, forgetting it hadn't helped the first time I bought it!
And yet these books too, have caused a certain amount of despair, I couldn't find a neat and simple set of steps to cover our boy!
And so I haven’t been reading much, apart from Christian Writers Down Under, blogs and yes I admit it, Facebook.
And then along came 2 freebies in the mail.
My subscription to the Footprints magazine allowed me the gift of these books when the magazine sadly ceased. I was thrilled to receive them. I placed the books in the bookcase, I was interested to read them, itching in fact, but I knew my heart couldn't stand it.
In recent weeks we have come to a place in our family, where my husband and I have had to face up to, things don’t always work out how we thought they would and we needed to pick up life again and live.
We have been sheltering in the fearful place of ‘what if’ for too long.
So we took a road trip, 3 days away and it felt like a month. We let the countryside remind us of our great Creator. We didn't talk that much (if you knew me better you would realise what an extra ordinary thing this is), instead, in a quiet and companionable way we let the fearfulness fall away from us.
Merriwa is a little country town, a 5 hour car trip from where we live.
The sunshine brought healing to our hearts as we sat and watched the world go by.
And we felt ready to head back to our life, with its difficulties, reminded God's got a plan better than ours.
The story isn't finished, however it unfolds, there is no use comparing, wondering or asking why.
It is what it is and we will trust God for the ‘what now’.
And that's when I found the freedom to read a novel again.
Perhaps the snatch of time away from ‘real-life’, absorbed in a novel, might even give some inspiration from the hapless/victorious protagonist of the story!
I thank God for imaginations my dear writer friends!
To read or not to read.....READ!