As Phillipa Gordan in the book “Anne of the Island” would say, “I am having a Jonah day.” Today, I feel unloved, ugly, unredeemable, and selfish. I might as well just jump overboard and get eaten by a whale. It’s my own fault anyways. I figure that three days of being masticated in whale saliva is similar to letting bad thoughts eat me up on the inside. And darn that vine that was shading me from the sun. Why did it have to just go and wilt on me? The day was bad enough already. I deserve that vine! (And to those readers who are scratching your heads, if you want to catch the Biblical reference, read Jonah. It’s only like 8 pages long. I even tried to read it in Hebrew once. It’s not going to kill you.)
Well, I got to remember. Jonah caused his own torture, and God was the one who was willing to save. It was Jonah with the bad attitude, not God.
And God is good.
All the time.
Now, if I can only can believe it…
p.s. I did get emails today. Two people now want to interview me soon. One who’s seen my resume (at the University of Illinois); one who hasn’t (the private school in Austin). Who’ld have thought?
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