Pride Stopped Me

Hello again.

I feel compelled to explain that I had intended to write last week... In fact, I did write last week, but I never got around to posting it...

This is why:  Last week, I still wasn't too excited about venturing out on my own.  I did however, go to a coffee shop to blog.  I carefully took a mental picture of the wifi password as I gave my order, and sat down to start writing.  Unfortunately, I proved to be computer illiterate and couldn't figure out how to put in the new day's password.  I spent forever trying to figure it out and finally had to text friends for help.

After about 45 minutes of this, I figured out how to do it, but to my horror realized my mental photograph must not have been as clear as a real one would have been.  By then, I had been sitting there for so long that I was too embarrassed to go back up and look at it again.  I contemplated going up and ordering another snack, but I just couldn't do it.  I had meanwhile typed up my post in Word, so I left it at that and went back to the apartment. Defeated.  (Go ahead and laugh at my stubbornness if you must.)

So, here, a week later, I will give you my thoughts from last week...

Fall has begun.  I don't care what the calendar says- I can feel it.

To celebrate, I purchased my first jug of apple cider last night and relished in a nice hot cup of it while Jered watched football before bed.  It was delightful.

I am currently out on my first solo outing in the city. [Haha- we all know how that one turned out.]  I am sipping a tasty cup of iced chai tea and smelling coffee beans in the coffee shop near our apartment.  (Obviously I haven't made it very far on my own yet.  Maybe I'll make it further by the end of the day.)  [I did not.]

So, I had mentioned before that I read The Bride Collector by Ted Dekker.  Fantastic author by the way.  If you've been reading this blog for awhile, you may remember a post about his series The Circle, titled Black, Red, White, and Green.  At the time, I had only read the first three because I did not know there was a fourth.  At this time... well, that's still all I've read- but I fully intend to read Green as well.  Maybe I'll reread the whole series...

Anyway, I'm getting lost in my head here.  The Bride Collector, yes, that's where we were.  I don't want to reveal too much, but I guess I can tell you as much as was on the back of the book, right?  It's about the murders of seven beautiful women.  The serial killer is literally psychotic, and he thinks he's on a mission from God.

The book takes you through the search for the killer through the minds of a detective, the killer, and a mentally ill woman who is sought out to help the detective because of a gift she possesses.

Ok, there's my minimal plot summary.  The great part of Ted Dekker stories is that they're never just stories for the sake of stories.  They always seem to have a purpose.  A message meant to get across for someone in need.

This story is about beauty and God's favor.  It goes into the mind of a woman who is intensely self-conscious, and follows her into the realization that she is worth more than she ever imagined because she is God's favorite.  Now, of course, we are taught that God doesn't have favorites because favoritism is wrong, but that's where the twist in the book comes.

We are all God's favorites.  Each one of us.  We're all taught that we have His unconditional love countless times throughout our lives, but I wonder if the idea of being His favorite changes the way we look at that a little bit.  I know it did for me.

I mean, I'm used to being the favorite sister and the favorite oldest daughter of my parents.  (Har har.)  But to be a favorite of God.  Dang.  That makes me feel pretty darn special.

Well, that's really all I feel like sharing at the moment.  And now, so Katie can get off my back, I will share some apartment pictures.  

Alright then, that's all for now.  Talk to you later.

Aim