There is always something so bewitching about stories. Whether they are written or acted, I am drawn to them like a moth to a flame. Lately I’ve been wondering why and I think I am starting to see the reason. It isn’t unusual to find myself so engrossed in a book that I lose all track of time and surroundings, as if I myself take a trip into the pages and don’t come out until the last words are lived. It is not that I look for an escape. I have friends, family, I travel and have adventures. I do not read because I live an uneventful life (although a lot of times it feels like it)... I realize now, I read because the characters in the story always live their events quickly followed one after the other. It is like living life in fast forward. In real life we have to wait for things to mature in order to enjoy them. In real life the process between wanting to go somewhere and getting there might take several months while in a book, it only takes two pages.
I do not wish I lived in a book, I simply extremely enjoy savoring their moments one after the other.
Blame it on society, microwaves, social media or whatever. Truth is, we all want to live a life packed with excitement, events, and people to enjoy them with.... and maybe even a significant other, a little romance never hurt anyone ;)
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Clever, Very, very, clever. I felt dumb once I understood :) Now let me tell you a story. There once was a righteous king who lived in a marvelous castle. His wisdom is, and was, second to none
. He decided to hold a contest for his sons and daughters to see who could find the most favour from God. The King had 18 sons and 22 daughters. He gave to each their full portion of the inheritance due them and told them to go invest it in the kingdom of heaven.
So they all went out to spend their inheritance as wisely as possible. One by one they trickled back in, excited to tell the stories of their adventures and sacrifices. Tales of miracles, orphanages built and the gospel preached. The king was very pleased with all of his children, for they had done great works with his inheritance to bring God glory. But when it came time for the king to announce who the winner was, everyone was shocked to hear it was David, the King's youngest and often most foolish son. He had been given the smallest portion and yet somehow the favour he received in the sight of the Lord outweighed the rest of the gifts and sacrifices combined.
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