She cracked the cover. It should have been cloaked in dust by now. But it had been on display, like the rest. Her life was a bookshelf display of materialism and pretentiousness.
Holy Bible.
It wasn't exactly the latest issue of Vogue, a cover she had cracked at least once every month of the last year. She clumsily flipped through the pages... unsure of which might hold the hope to which she so desperately needed to cling.
She wasn't exactly a stranger to Religion. It was nothing to "try on for size." It was something in which she had been born and raised. Easy as breathing. Faith, on the other hand, wasn't so easy to find. In between the to-do lists, the future plans, and the hard-earned paychecks, she didn't invest much in a provider she couldn't see. Or was it, be?
Ecclesiastes was repetitive.
Proverbs, a bit too dry.
She settled for something short. simple. terse. She wasn't sure what she was even looking for, after all.
James.
"If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God..." A good start. "Who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him." Somewhat reassuring.
She breathed the slightest sigh of relief, or was it a snort?
Continued.
"But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, driven and tossed by the wind."
The catch. A l w a y s a c a t c h.
She closed the book, tucked it neatly in between two notebooks, her real bibles. Reluctantly, returning to the reality of unpaid bills and a broken heart.
Jul 23, 2010
Jul 23, 2010 at 9:50 PM UTC
She cracked the cover. It should have been cloaked in dust by now. But it had been on display, like the rest. Her life was a bookshelf display of materialism and pretentiousness.
Holy Bible.
It wasn't exactly the latest issue of Vogue, a cover she had cracked at least once every month of the last year. She clumsily flipped through the pages... unsure of which might hold the hope to which she so desperately needed to cling.
She wasn't exactly a stranger to Religion. It was nothing to "try on for size." It was something in which she had been born and raised. Easy as breathing. Faith, on the other hand, wasn't so easy to find. In between the to-do lists, the future plans, and the hard-earned paychecks, she didn't invest much in a provider she couldn't see. Or was it, be?
Ecclesiastes was repetitive.
Proverbs, a bit too dry.
She settled for something short. simple. terse. She wasn't sure what she was even looking for, after all.
James.
"If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God..." A good start. "Who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him." Somewhat reassuring.
She breathed the slightest sigh of relief, or was it a snort?
Continued.
"But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea, driven and tossed by the wind."
The catch. A l w a y s a c a t c h.
She closed the book, tucked it neatly in between two notebooks, her real bibles. Reluctantly, returning to the reality of unpaid bills and a broken heart.
July 24, 2010- From third person diary entries
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