Posted by: thebylog | September 14, 2004

Romance

It reads like a Francine Rivers novel, the book of Ruth. Well, it might if I were reading it in The Message. But man:

“Where you go, I will go…”

“Damsel.”

“Maidens.”

And that’s before Ruth gets all bold and sneaks up on Boaz sleeping!

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Responses

  1. Do you read Francine Rivers??
    Lauren

  2. I have. I just read most of “Atonement Child.”

  3. I thought you were busy.

    Tom

  4. Now now, that’s a good “busy” reason to give.

    Ah yes, “Atonement Child.” Seems to me that it’s one I’ve read.

  5. Reading is GOOD! If I don’t read, my soul feels like it’s shrinking.

    Merry

  6. I read the by-log.

    Tom

  7. Oh Tom, Puh-LEASE!!! πŸ™‚

    Merry

  8. I wish I read more, but I suffer as much from not having books at my fingertips that I am excited about reading as anything else.

  9. Merry, are you dissing the by-log??!!!

    Tom

  10. Tom, I would never dream of dissing the by-log. But I do not consider it serious reading, especially not with you contributing to the comments. πŸ™‚

    BTW, have you guys ever read THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV by Dostoevsky?

    Merry

  11. Now you’re dissing me!

    No, I don’t speak or read Russian.

    Tom

  12. Now you’re dissing me!

    No, I don’t speak or read Russian.

    Tom

  13. Neither do I, but for folks like us, someone has kindly translated the work. Not reading it will therefore be due to laziness or lack of interest. πŸ™‚

    Merry

  14. Neither do I, but for folks like us, someone has kindly translated the work. Not reading it will therefore be due to laziness or lack of interest. πŸ™‚

    Merry

  15. Ooooh, I love the sassy women in the Bible. They are so much fun. I love Ruth. I love Deborah. I love whatever the woman’s name was the stuck a pole through that guy. These women are my heroes. Not that I want to lay at a man’s feet while he’s sleeping or lead an army or stick someone with a pole, but I want to make a difference. These women stood up against the odds and made a difference. They did what needed doin’! And they did it with strong hearts and willing minds.

    Ag

  16. It’s easy to say, you know. “Bloom where you’re planted,” and “make a difference where you are”, and all the rest of those lovely little phrases that people throw in your face if you even dare to desire something more. Sure, they mean it well. They are trying to be encouraging. I can appreciate that. And it is true. You do need to make a difference where you are at. And I try. I really do. I strive valiantly to be effective and to be used of God. I try to love. I try to encourage. I try to be everything that I know I should be. But somehow, it just isn’t enough. I can give and give and give, but if my heart isn’t here, how effective am I actually being? And yes, there is the whole aspect of my heart being on God, thus no matter what I do, blah, blah, blah. I know all the answers in my head. I’ve been raised in church, I know the “right” things to say. All those “right” things, never completely settle. Oh, they pacify for a short while, but never for long. Then again, this unsettled feeling. My heart isn’t here. But where is it? I don’t know. It’s…..somewhere.

    If indeed He IS my dream, and my ultimate desire, should I not be “content” or settled here? Isn’t that enough? Why the restlessness? Why the unending desire for MORE!

    How many times I’ve said to myself, “there has got to be more to life than this, than what I’m living”. Is there? Have I missed a “link” somewhere? Or have I not learned to completely accept God’s will for my life? Or is this NOT God’s will for my life? Could it be that this restless spirit that wars within me is His way of saying there IS indeed more?

    I feel a desperation, a burning passion to impact lives, and I don’t feel as though I’m really doing that. I suppose I need to just keep on. Keep on loving, keep on giving, and just surrender. Surrender. Oh what a sweet word. Oh what a difficult word. It pulls me in different directions. Sometimes I don’t know if surrender means that I should just let it all go, or if I should stand up and fight.

    I know that God is not a God of confusion, but He sure throws me for a loop sometimes. But oh, how I love Him. And…, it’s gonna be okay.

    Ag

  17. It’s easy to say, you know. “Bloom where you’re planted,” and “make a difference where you are”, and all the rest of those lovely little phrases that people throw in your face if you even dare to desire something more. Sure, they mean it well. They are trying to be encouraging. I can appreciate that. And it is true. You do need to make a difference where you are at. And I try. I really do. I strive valiantly to be effective and to be used of God. I try to love. I try to encourage. I try to be everything that I know I should be. But somehow, it just isn’t enough. I can give and give and give, but if my heart isn’t here, how effective am I actually being? And yes, there is the whole aspect of my heart being on God, thus no matter what I do, blah, blah, blah. I know all the answers in my head. I’ve been raised in church, I know the “right” things to say. All those “right” things, never completely settle. Oh, they pacify for a short while, but never for long. Then again, this unsettled feeling. My heart isn’t here. But where is it? I don’t know. It’s…..somewhere.

    If indeed He IS my dream, and my ultimate desire, should I not be “content” or settled here? Isn’t that enough? Why the restlessness? Why the unending desire for MORE!

    How many times I’ve said to myself, “there has got to be more to life than this, than what I’m living”. Is there? Have I missed a “link” somewhere? Or have I not learned to completely accept God’s will for my life? Or is this NOT God’s will for my life? Could it be that this restless spirit that wars within me is His way of saying there IS indeed more?

    I feel a desperation, a burning passion to impact lives, and I don’t feel as though I’m really doing that. I suppose I need to just keep on. Keep on loving, keep on giving, and just surrender. Surrender. Oh what a sweet word. Oh what a difficult word. It pulls me in different directions. Sometimes I don’t know if surrender means that I should just let it all go, or if I should stand up and fight.

    I know that God is not a God of confusion, but He sure throws me for a loop sometimes. But oh, how I love Him. And…, it’s gonna be okay.

    Ag


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