Have you ever seen a drowned, or at least soaking wet, rat? I have not, but I have seen wet dogs that closely resemble rats, and as such feel justified in the title of this entry. It rained all day yesterday, the result of which was a somewhat wet me waiting to catch the bus up to the university.
A friend kindly pointed out to me that in British Literature the heroine always goes through some sort of an emotional journey, which ends up being symbolized by her travelling through the rain. Just as she collapses, unable to go on any further, she is swooped up in the arms of some hero and taken to safety. I don't know about you, but this sounds like a fantastic idea. Sadly, I have never been one to be allowed to follow the norms set about by literature, and so my story is slightly different.
I have had a somewhat emotional journey, things which perhaps one day I will get into a little more, but for now suffice to say that my heart has been broken and has had to be mended. Therefore I feel that I am about due for a symbolic walk in the rain. I had this yesterday morning when I was making my way to the bus stop.
Now, just when you think my hero should come riding in on his noble steed to save me and take me up to the university, a hero did come in. But he wasn't on horseback. He was driving a bus. And he didn't swoop me into his arms, but instead opened the doors to the bus early so I could jump on and avoid being further soaked. He even wished me a "Good morning."
Yeah, how's that for a romantic encounter?
I then had to walk home from the bus stop at the end of the day. By the time I unlocked the door I was pretty wet, pretty dirty, and overrall not the most attractive creature on two legs. How do the women in the BBC movies make getting caught in the rain look so good? They have the perfect mix of vulnerability and not-running make-up. It is no wonder men always want to rush to rescue them.
This morning I was reading in 1Peter 3 where Peter is describing the relationship between a husband and a wife. He talks about how women should not focus on adorning their outer appearance, but instead on adorning their inner appearance. He uses the term "imperishable beauty" (this is the the English Standard Version). This got me thinking.
What does imperishable beauty look like? Peter lists some examples, but I wondered what others thought about this. What does beauty that doesn't wash away in the rain look like?
Such is the life of a Christian single.
A friend kindly pointed out to me that in British Literature the heroine always goes through some sort of an emotional journey, which ends up being symbolized by her travelling through the rain. Just as she collapses, unable to go on any further, she is swooped up in the arms of some hero and taken to safety. I don't know about you, but this sounds like a fantastic idea. Sadly, I have never been one to be allowed to follow the norms set about by literature, and so my story is slightly different.
I have had a somewhat emotional journey, things which perhaps one day I will get into a little more, but for now suffice to say that my heart has been broken and has had to be mended. Therefore I feel that I am about due for a symbolic walk in the rain. I had this yesterday morning when I was making my way to the bus stop.
Now, just when you think my hero should come riding in on his noble steed to save me and take me up to the university, a hero did come in. But he wasn't on horseback. He was driving a bus. And he didn't swoop me into his arms, but instead opened the doors to the bus early so I could jump on and avoid being further soaked. He even wished me a "Good morning."
Yeah, how's that for a romantic encounter?
I then had to walk home from the bus stop at the end of the day. By the time I unlocked the door I was pretty wet, pretty dirty, and overrall not the most attractive creature on two legs. How do the women in the BBC movies make getting caught in the rain look so good? They have the perfect mix of vulnerability and not-running make-up. It is no wonder men always want to rush to rescue them.
This morning I was reading in 1Peter 3 where Peter is describing the relationship between a husband and a wife. He talks about how women should not focus on adorning their outer appearance, but instead on adorning their inner appearance. He uses the term "imperishable beauty" (this is the the English Standard Version). This got me thinking.
What does imperishable beauty look like? Peter lists some examples, but I wondered what others thought about this. What does beauty that doesn't wash away in the rain look like?
Such is the life of a Christian single.
I've tried to post and it is being difficult so this isn't nearly as eloquent as my earlier tries were. I think that imperishable beauty has to do with our spirits (the imperishable) shine through our bodies (the perishable). What does it actually look like? To me it is about feeling God's love and spirit in them.
ReplyDeleteGood point, Erica.
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