Yes, it’s still cold outside, but I am encouraged by the glaring sun and the springlike songs the birds outside my window are singing. Surely, there are warmer days ahead. How divine that never once has spring failed to show up!
Do you have a favorite literary character? One you just relate to like no other? I’d love to know who pops into your mind first. I don’t know who I would’ve said a few weeks ago, because a recent read has made me realize that my most bosom literary friend is most assuredly Anne of Green Gables. Oddly, I never read it as a child, and I’m not precisely sure why I felt the need to read it now, but boy am I glad I did. I adore her. She is constantly getting herself in “scrapes.” which you may not know is a noun that means “embarrassing or distressing situations.” Since I am the queen of scrapes, I can relate to every single embarrassment. “Oh Anne dear,” I’ll think, “I could so do that very thing.” And if you don’t know me well enough to know that I am indeed the queen of scrapes, here’s an odd piece of evidence: not infrequently I get calls, emails or texts from people who want to share their embarrassment with me. They know I’ll find it funny, and they know I can relate.
But it isn’t just the scrapes, the book grapples with some truly profound topics, most notably its treatment of forgiveness. I cannot recommend this book enough! Yes, I spend some of my time reading fine print CMS regulations about the Medicare Shared Savings Program in preparation to go back to work, and this undoubtedly makes me even more inclined to appreciate a simple, but well-told story, but I think anyone of any age can appreciate this wonderful little book.
Anne will inspire you to appreciate your friends, to use your God-given imagination, and to both forgive and seek forgiveness. She also has a way of embracing her surroundings with unparalleled gratitude.
Here is a typical musing from Anne, “Dear old world, you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”
Anne sounds not unlike David, rejoicing over the beauty of the earth:
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun. It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, like a champion rejoicing to run his course. It rises at one end of the heavens and makes its circuit to the other; nothing is deprived of its warmth. Psalm 19: 1-6
Praying today that you have wonderful friends who are kindred spirits, that you appreciate with humility a good scrape now and then, that you can rejoice in the world that the Lord has made, and that just like darling little Anne you may even say today, “Dear old world, you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”