An Old Fashioned Girl

An Old Fashioned Girl

I can’t think of too many works of fiction that I’ll read at all, let alone read again; but I am continually inspired and encouraged by almost every book I’ve read by Louisa May Alcott.

Thanks to a site I discovered a few years ago that offers a variety of LMA books for online reading, I was finally able to read Little Women in its entirety. And how I laughed and cried as I did! Then I got my own copy and read it again and again — always finding treasures for my own life tucked into the pages.

Little Women read, I turned curiously to some of the other books listed under Louisa Alcott’s name…

the heart that was broken

I had never wanted to know what it was to have a broken heart. I had tried to do things differently from most of the world, to protect myself and my heart from needless pain. But here I was, and it was real.

When I saw that there was someone else that made him smile, the realization that I didn’t light up his world brought the painful truth home. I knew, then, that I could never make him happy the way that I wanted to, the way that it should have been. Knowing that perhaps “he and I, together” wasn’t meant to be after all weighed on my heart like so many heavy bricks, crushing out the spark of joy that once had lit up my world.

Isolation

Isolation

Integers have been spinning around my head of late. I struggle to see the necessity of mastering this skill, but I’m trusting that those older than me know why I must submit to this twisting of brain cells. I’ll admit, I do enjoy it sometimes. So far one of my favorite things to do is solving formulas for a variable. It’s like a puzzle. You have to move things around and get rid of things until you have isolated the variable and its value is shown on the other side of the equals sign.

Real life isn’t always like the courtship books

Real life isn’t always like the courtship books

During my teenage years, I read a lot of courtship books. Joshua Harris. Eric and Leslie Ludy. Elisabeth Elliot. You name it. If it was about courtship, I probably read it.

In and of itself, reading those courtship books was not a bad thing. Even though I already knew beforehand that I wasn’t going to “date” casually, and that any relationship I would get into would need to be moving the direction of marriage, reading and knowing that there were others out there who believed the same as I did was encouraging.

However, a steady diet of those type of books during the years when I wasn’t courting–and therefore had nothing to apply what I was reading to–ended up not being a good thing. It essentially caused me to put God in a box in regard to what makes a relationship that is glorifying to Him…

Frozen pizza and how to be a good wife

Before I was married, I had all these grand ideas about how I would be such a wonderful wife. The house would always be as clean as possible, I would always make meals from scratch, I would make sure the laundry hamper was never overflowing. I could maybe fudge on some of them if I was deathly ill or something, but other than then, I would work hard to be a good wife and make sure that all that was done.

Following

Marriage is worth waiting for. I understand it so much more clearly now than I did before, and each day I see how much I must learn, how unskilled I am in some areas, and how grateful I am for the chances I had to cultivate others. I treasure the advice of those who have…

Emotional Purity?

In the past months, as I’ve talked with different single sisters in Christ, the conversations have made me wonder about certain concepts that are being communicated to Christian young people. Concepts of what is the “best” and most Christ-honoring way to go about relationships. Though these girls were all in different situations and were doing their best to go about their romantic relationships in a way that glorified God, there was a common theme…all of them felt guilty that they supposedly weren’t remaining “emotionally pure”.

Romance Idols

Romance Idols

I wanted so much to be in a relationship when I first read Elyse Fitzpatrick’s book Because He Loves Me last year.  From where I stood, it seemed like if only I could have a man of my own, then my life would suddenly become perfect. Whether our treasured idol is comfort, romance, respect, security,…

The End.

The End.