DISCLAIMER: if wishy-washy, sentimental, chickflicky stuff turns you off, DON'T READ!
It is 4:30 in the morning, but I must write. I have been "bad" and stayed up in the night watching Anne of Green Gables "The Continuing Story". I just love the story of Anne so much, as if it were real, and truly happened. And I imagine that I am she, and my soul is lifted up far and away. I'm deeply impressed by the author, L.M. Montgomery, who so delicately understood and described the complexity of emotions the heart of a passionate, idealistic young woman can procure.
I'm at a place in my life where loose ends seem to be tying up and my disparities of thought are come to a point. The craziness of my college life is settling down, and a new life is beginning to well up inside. I'm leaving behind my childhood, but not my dreams. I have a vision for how I might spend the rest of my life, and always I shall be writing, if only because it is necessary for my own heart. I don't even know if others will ever care to read my work, but even if what I write lies forever buried beneath a sea of words, articles, books and novels - it will at least carry my voice within it.
It might be weird to say that I have a bit of the spirit of Anne inside me. Indeed it is quite ridiculous. but she has played an important part in who I am now, and yet I feel that I have only been drawn to her because of how deeply her character resonates with my being. It is a treasure to have a better glimpse inside one's own soul, and even more so when it is understood by another. The most significant difference between us both, perhaps, is simply that my innermost desire is for my heavenly Father, my Lord and Savior. I hope that I will always seek my God with the intensity that Anne pursued her ideals and dreams.
