tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26896646.post627754962656722178..comments2023-07-01T07:03:02.347-08:00Comments on Becca's Place: The Sound of Musicbeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655632527260925099noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26896646.post-92121302627972974002006-11-21T11:59:00.000-09:002006-11-21T11:59:00.000-09:00I have discovered Becca's blog! (How come I didn'...I have discovered Becca's blog! (How come I didn't get the address when I was in Fairbanks? Perhaps I lost it...) Your voice comes through very clearly. It's interesting to read several months of entries, to see the ark of your struggles with church, winter, etc. <br />I keep telling people that life is just a lot of pain, with a few happy bits thrown in. It's a vale of tears, my sister! My faith is often expressed with Job--"Though he slay me, yet will I hope in him "--and my life isn't that bad at all!<br /><br />Here's a quote from Lucy Goodale Thurston, one of the first company of missionaries to Hawaii in 1820, writing to her daughter Persis, whom she's about to leave behind in the Untied States. Persis is going to university, and Lucy back to Hawaii to rejoin her husband. Will they ever meet again in life? (I face that question to a much smaller degree as a modern missionary; it takes me only about two days to get from here to there, but Lucy's voyage to Hawaii took 5 months in a cramped ship, and she didn't make the trip very often. I digress.) Leaving Persis with advice to guide her life as an adult: <br />"I will not disguise it,--life is replete with anxieties, perplexities, cares, toils, sufferings, and sorrows."<br /><br />I can agree! Well said. I think that from sorrows to perplexities covers much of life's ground.<br /><br />Lucy continues:<br />"Well, let them come. It is a state of probation and of discipline, and all things are so arranged by infinite wisdom and benevolence, that even we may become in a high degree possessors of the rich stores of quiet self-denial, of holy fortitude, of cheerful resignation, and of heaven-born benevolence. We will then travel on in the vale of mortality, in the depths of nothingness, if such be the will of our Lord, until, from exalted heights, we hear a seraphic voice saying: 'Come home to your rest.'" (Thurston, Lucy Goodale. Life and Times of Mrs. Lucy G. Thurston. S.C. Andrews: 1882.)<br /><br />I do long for heaven, when all this messiness and pain will be resolved.<br /><br /><br />To absolutely change the subject, have you read Elizabeth Moon?<br />And, since I've seen you, my cousin Glenn has made me watch all the Firefly episodes, and the movie. How addictive! What characterization! What great television art! What brutality and sin, too. Ugh.Donna Graycehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16101172901927608277noreply@blogger.com