I’ve had a year blessedly full of work, but that volume has caused me to let my own blog mostly lie fallow. To make up for this, I’m going to try for a post for every day in December. About just about everything. Funny. Serious. Anything goes. Here is Day 13.
There’s a passage in one of the Anne of Green Gables books that’s always stuck with me. I’m going by memory, because, frankly, I’m too lazy to go look it up, but it’s something like this:
“I daresay we all pray for things we don’t really want, if we’re honest enough about it,” said Miss Cornelia candidly. “For years I prayed that I might be able to forgive someone, but I didn’t really want to. Some years later, I got so I did want to, and then, I was able to forgave her without any trouble or praying about it.”
I think we all say that we want things that we don’t really want. We know we’re supposed to want them. Or we kind of, sort of, want them. But in our heart of hearts, we’re not really there yet. So we spin our wheels and fill ourselves with guilt, trying to convince ourselves of something untrue.
It’s hard to admit that you don’t want what you think you’re supposed to want. But all too often, doing so is the best feeling in the world.