The Desultory Ramblings of a Nomadic Mind
Deanna and I took a little road trip to Long beach for a couple days this past week, and in the duration of that time we began discussing a site she had found that gives condensed versions of cliff notes. For example;
Tuck Everlasting:
Winnie: I love you, I’d do anything for you.
Jesse Tuck: Drink the water.
Winnie: No.
The End!
Fabulous, no? So, we were reminiscing about the book, Are You My Mother? and Deanna comes up with her own title and story, which we believe would be quite a best seller in the Church. Are You My Husband? This of course resulted in a long fit of giggles, and when we had finally composed ourselves, we commenced brainstorming the book. Page after page the main character would meet a variety of odd characters such as a troll or clown and ask, “are you my husband?” in which you’d pull up a little flap and the Holy Spirit would pop out and reply, “no.” This scenario would be repeated until the last page where you’d find a handsome prince, which of course could finally give the answer she was seeking. “Are you my husband?” “Yes.”
This is a conversation in which I seem to be having frequently. Not me asking male after male, “are you my husband?” because that would just be weird, but in general, “The Husband Conversation.” Of course I realize it’s not time, I’m not ready, but Joy and I had a great conversation that has led me to a simple conclusion on the subject; In a world where we are Elizabeth, (symbolically), there are three types of men in our lives. Darcy’s, Wickham’s and Colin’s.
There are the Colin’s of this world, which is pretty obvious, just flat out wrong for us. Even if they admit the “violence of their affections,” you should NEVER, NEVER fall for a Mr. Colin’s. Somewhere in the world, Mr. Colin’s is a Darcy to some woman, but PLEASE don’t try to be her. He’s a total nerd, (and he totally smells.) I could go on and discuss the warning signs of such a man, but I don’t want to offend.
The Wickham’s of this world are a little bit tougher. They’re usually handsome, intelligent, almost what we’ve prayed for. Perhaps Elizabeth and Wickham would have been happy, (if he hadn’t been such a jerk) but it wouldn’t have been great. It wouldn’t have been “God’s Best.” Almost all of us have been guilty at one point or another of convincing ourselves that “Mr. Wickham” has great potential of filling Mr. Darcy’s shoes, or that “God has spoken, and yes, yes, he is my Mr. Darcy!” In such cases, the best remedy, I have found, is to ask the one who knows you most what she thinks. She will of course reply, “He will make you miserable, and you will make him miserable.” It is a great reality pill. Remember, we are talking about the rest of your life. Mr. Wickham, cute as he his, just doesn’t make the cut.
Then of course there’s Mr. Darcy, (and that must be said with a longingly and dramatic sigh). Mr. Darcy… Mr. Perfect, Mr. Right, Mr. I’m going to marry him? I don’t think so! Of course it took three hours for Elizabeth to realize how much she loved him, as has been the case in most love stories I’ve heard.
“It took me 3 years to notice him.”
“I liked someone else and didn’t give him a second thought. then one day God changed my heart, and all of the sudden he was Clark Gable!”
“Ewww, he’s gross! Hey he‘s kind of cute!”
Mr. Right, though sometimes we are lucky to like right away, (*cough* Selah and Jeremy *cough*) Mr. Right seems to be in disguise. Now I know I am a woman of little to no experience in the areas of love, but I am observant, and this is what I see around me in many, many love stories. I like the picture being asleep, and when the time comes to notice Mr. Darcy, we wake up! Perfect example, sleeping beauty, and when the handsome prince shows up, bam! She’s up! (Of course don’t let him kiss you right then, because he probably hasn’t talked to your parents yet;) The bottom line is, Mr. Darcy was absolute perfect for Elizabeth. He was her match in intensity, wisdom, passion. They both were “nonsensical” “stubborn” and “blind”. Coincidence? I think not!
So, moral of the story? WAIT WAIT WAIT for Mr. Darcy!!! (But you all already know this of course. Like I said, “ramblings.”)
On a new subject, congratulations interns!!!! This year is going to be amazing and I look forward to seeing each of you grow!
~The End~
Tuck Everlasting:
Winnie: I love you, I’d do anything for you.
Jesse Tuck: Drink the water.
Winnie: No.
The End!
Fabulous, no? So, we were reminiscing about the book, Are You My Mother? and Deanna comes up with her own title and story, which we believe would be quite a best seller in the Church. Are You My Husband? This of course resulted in a long fit of giggles, and when we had finally composed ourselves, we commenced brainstorming the book. Page after page the main character would meet a variety of odd characters such as a troll or clown and ask, “are you my husband?” in which you’d pull up a little flap and the Holy Spirit would pop out and reply, “no.” This scenario would be repeated until the last page where you’d find a handsome prince, which of course could finally give the answer she was seeking. “Are you my husband?” “Yes.”
This is a conversation in which I seem to be having frequently. Not me asking male after male, “are you my husband?” because that would just be weird, but in general, “The Husband Conversation.” Of course I realize it’s not time, I’m not ready, but Joy and I had a great conversation that has led me to a simple conclusion on the subject; In a world where we are Elizabeth, (symbolically), there are three types of men in our lives. Darcy’s, Wickham’s and Colin’s.
There are the Colin’s of this world, which is pretty obvious, just flat out wrong for us. Even if they admit the “violence of their affections,” you should NEVER, NEVER fall for a Mr. Colin’s. Somewhere in the world, Mr. Colin’s is a Darcy to some woman, but PLEASE don’t try to be her. He’s a total nerd, (and he totally smells.) I could go on and discuss the warning signs of such a man, but I don’t want to offend.
The Wickham’s of this world are a little bit tougher. They’re usually handsome, intelligent, almost what we’ve prayed for. Perhaps Elizabeth and Wickham would have been happy, (if he hadn’t been such a jerk) but it wouldn’t have been great. It wouldn’t have been “God’s Best.” Almost all of us have been guilty at one point or another of convincing ourselves that “Mr. Wickham” has great potential of filling Mr. Darcy’s shoes, or that “God has spoken, and yes, yes, he is my Mr. Darcy!” In such cases, the best remedy, I have found, is to ask the one who knows you most what she thinks. She will of course reply, “He will make you miserable, and you will make him miserable.” It is a great reality pill. Remember, we are talking about the rest of your life. Mr. Wickham, cute as he his, just doesn’t make the cut.
Then of course there’s Mr. Darcy, (and that must be said with a longingly and dramatic sigh). Mr. Darcy… Mr. Perfect, Mr. Right, Mr. I’m going to marry him? I don’t think so! Of course it took three hours for Elizabeth to realize how much she loved him, as has been the case in most love stories I’ve heard.
“It took me 3 years to notice him.”
“I liked someone else and didn’t give him a second thought. then one day God changed my heart, and all of the sudden he was Clark Gable!”
“Ewww, he’s gross! Hey he‘s kind of cute!”
Mr. Right, though sometimes we are lucky to like right away, (*cough* Selah and Jeremy *cough*) Mr. Right seems to be in disguise. Now I know I am a woman of little to no experience in the areas of love, but I am observant, and this is what I see around me in many, many love stories. I like the picture being asleep, and when the time comes to notice Mr. Darcy, we wake up! Perfect example, sleeping beauty, and when the handsome prince shows up, bam! She’s up! (Of course don’t let him kiss you right then, because he probably hasn’t talked to your parents yet;) The bottom line is, Mr. Darcy was absolute perfect for Elizabeth. He was her match in intensity, wisdom, passion. They both were “nonsensical” “stubborn” and “blind”. Coincidence? I think not!
So, moral of the story? WAIT WAIT WAIT for Mr. Darcy!!! (But you all already know this of course. Like I said, “ramblings.”)
On a new subject, congratulations interns!!!! This year is going to be amazing and I look forward to seeing each of you grow!
~The End~
posted by Jael at 9:03 PM
3 Comments:
Today at church there was a nice young man next to me and I jokingly asked the Holy Spirit if he was my husband. I thought you would like that one. :)
husbands schmusbands!
I think that deep down, all of us girls really do want a Mr. Darcy. (And we will all get our very own someday!) It's just a matter of waiting for His timing.
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