
Lately, I've realized I am fascinated by tragic lives-people who had so much potential, so much going for them...and yet lost it all.
When I was in Jr. High I listened to The Carpenters, and I was nearly obsessed with them. So much so, that when I got in trouble with my parents, their way of punishing me was to take away my Carpenter tapes. And believe me, it was punishment!!! I was so moved by Karen Carpenters beautiful, haunting voice. She had everything, and then died by abusing her own body.
I've poured through every book and article about Anne Boleyn. She stole the King's heart, had influence in changing the religion of England, and yet she was beheaded by her own husband.
Most recently, I have been moved by a "Little Sparrow"-(check out this link to see a new movie about her life) Edith Piaf. They said her voice was the soul of Paris. And her life was just as tragic as the above mentioned.
Sometimes, when I am lying awake at night in bed, I am reminded of a beautiful gift I have been given. It is a gift that I often take for granted and am so accustomed to that I don't remember what it is like to not have. It is peace. The life that Jesus lead teaches me how to live. His way is perfect and right. He was filled with compassion and mercy and truth. And then, He gave Himself up for me...for us all.
When I was in Jr. High I listened to The Carpenters, and I was nearly obsessed with them. So much so, that when I got in trouble with my parents, their way of punishing me was to take away my Carpenter tapes. And believe me, it was punishment!!! I was so moved by Karen Carpenters beautiful, haunting voice. She had everything, and then died by abusing her own body.
I've poured through every book and article about Anne Boleyn. She stole the King's heart, had influence in changing the religion of England, and yet she was beheaded by her own husband.
Most recently, I have been moved by a "Little Sparrow"-(check out this link to see a new movie about her life) Edith Piaf. They said her voice was the soul of Paris. And her life was just as tragic as the above mentioned.
Sometimes, when I am lying awake at night in bed, I am reminded of a beautiful gift I have been given. It is a gift that I often take for granted and am so accustomed to that I don't remember what it is like to not have. It is peace. The life that Jesus lead teaches me how to live. His way is perfect and right. He was filled with compassion and mercy and truth. And then, He gave Himself up for me...for us all.
I am filled through with an undescribable, soul-satisfying peace. And it is because of Him.
