Heart’s Cry, even then

Found this in a old journal. Still feeling all of this.

I recently finished reading The Lost Art of True Beauty by Lesie Ludy. In the book, Lesie talked about “sacred living.” Basically, she was encouraging women to identify the sacred/special things in their life. She also talked about “adding some rainbow sprinkles.” Rainbow sprinkles are just the little things you can add or identify in each day to make it sacred/special. The chapters where she talked about this really grabbed my attention; but I didn’t figure out why until today. I was of a friend’s blog, reading over what she’d written. Abbey, the author of the blog, is everybody’s favorite person. She seems like she just stepped out of a fairytale. Today, I realized why she is like that. She practices sacred living and her life is full of “rainbow sprinkles.”

Remember Anne of Green Gables? She’s another great example of sacred living. Anne always viewed life as a fairytale. She was way over the top, but perfectly so. She named her favorite places and kissed flowers. To give a better picture, here is an example:

“It’s beauty seemed the strike the child dumb. She leaned back in the buggy, her thin hands clasped before her, her face lifted rapturously to the white splendor above. Even when they had passed out and were driving down the long slope to Newbridge she never moved or spoke. Still with a rapt face she gazed afar into the sunset west, with eyes that saw visions trooping splendidly across that glowing background. . . ‘Oh, Mr. Cuthbert,’ she whispered, ‘that place we came through – that white place – what was it?’

‘Well now, you must mean the Avenue,’ said Matthew after a few moments profound reflection. ‘It’s a kind of pretty place.’

‘Pretty? Oh, pretty doesn’t seem the right word to use. Nor beautiful either. They don’t go far enough. Oh, it was wonderful – wonderful. It’s the first thing I ever saw that couldn’t be improved upon by imagination.’ 

I think Anne, and Abbey, and other girls like them, understand the heart of living sacred lives. It means that we look for beautiful, wonderful things. Women, we’ve stopped being girls. Just as the world’s culture pushes guys to be feminine, we’ve been pushed to be manly. And we’ve done it. I’m as much of a tomboy as the rest of you; but God’s been showing me that He made me a girl and wants me to enjoy being one. I’m not saying He wants us to become scream-when-we-see-a-bug, afraid-of-the-woods, always-wear-pink, girls. There is so much more to being feminine than that. In fact, those things aren’t even part of being feminine.

“Being tender and open is beautiful. As a women, I feel constantly shh’ed. Too sensative. Too mushy. Too wishy-washy. Blah blah. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to be truly affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a raindrop, a teakettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep, feel it all – look around you.” – Zooey Deschanel

I think a major part of being feminine is seeing the beauty around; being hopelessly romantic. Hopelessly romantic about life, not boys. Looking at life through rose-colored glasses. Let’s pretend we live in a fairytale, let’s pretend we’re Disney princesses. Because we are princesses. You know that your Daddy is the King of Heaven, and you can be sure He’s a hopeless romantic. I mean, look at the world He created and the way He created us women. Being hopeless romantics comes naturally to us girls, but we’ve suppressed it because everything around us whispers that we need to be tough. I’ve been there. I would say I’m a recovering tomboy, on the road to being a hopeless romantic again. You may discover that God wants you to add some more romance to your life as well.

As a final thought, here is my most favorite scene from a movie, because I think our Daddy would like to see some frolicking and dancing from His daughters.


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