I adore that metaphor! I thought about it several times today and resolved that I wanted to be like that, a person of depth in a world of so much superficiality.
And then I had a really challenging day relationally. I was shallow in ways that I wished I had not been mere moments later. Some of the Monday Night Girls in whom I have invested my heart and soul made very disappointing decisions with painful consequences.
I was reminded that there are real differences in magazines and novels.
Magazines get to be slick and glossy. Novels get tired and worn.
Magazines can be relevant--always reinventing themselves. Novels don't reinvent themselves, they are what they are.
Magazines stay surface. Novels dig deep into characters' lives and backgrounds, exposing their humanity, including their flaws.
Magazines are usually thrown out with the trash. Novels are often passed around and treasured.
Magazines are the product of several authors. Novels are the result of only one.
Living an authentic life of love is hard work--especially for human, broken vessels. Tonight as I left the Home carrying a four page heartbreaking handwritten note in my back pocket from one of the residents, I thanked God for lighting a passion in my heart for being a novel. Even as I walk through painful trials with friends--getting to witness God at work in their lives is amazing. It is hard, life consuming, and often painful, but it is worth it.
As long as He is the author, I am willing to go to those dark places--knowing my cover will certainly end up ragged and tattered. Some may flip through my pages and move on. Others will find words of life.
God is in control. I wouldn't have it any other way.