There are so many things I want to
know. Yet I don't have time to attend
classes on all my interests. In fact,
there's probably not enough years in my lifetime for me to attend all those
classes.
But do you know what I can do? Read a book.
At least then, I will have an idea of whether or not I am interested in
pursuing this further. I can learn at
the feet of people I'll never meet -- some of whom died decades or even
centuries before me.
Whole worlds of imagination open up
before me, helping me see things in a new way, or maybe an old way that I had
never heard of before. Ideas to
challenge my brain and my complacency spring out of the pages as I sit
comfortably at home, or less comfortably in a doctor's waiting room, or mostly
uncomfortably in the van as we drive across country to visit.
So I teach my children to read. I let them see me read in down times. I buy them books, and request books as gifts
from friends and family. I take them to
the library (though not as often as I ought.)
I encourage them to read, to find their interests.
I also incorporate what I have read into
my marriage. I read books about men in
general, and husbands in specific. I
weed through and read books that encourage me to be a better wife, to respect
my husband, and to love him. Not in
order to manipulate him (though there was a time I thought that way, much to my
shame), but so that I can obey God, and because my husband deserves respect and
love from me. Speaking of which, it's
time for me to pick up a marriage book.
I'm overdue for one!
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