Years ago, I am talking years ago, I read John Steinbeck's The Winter of Our Discontent. I can not really tell you much about the plot of this novel now, I am thinking I was probably in a mode of reading John Steinbeck novels at the time and this just happened to be one on the list.
The title stuck, possibly an overthrow with the quote from Shakespeare's play. Whatever, every winter those words pop into my head. Goes to show how much sticking power the written word has for us. I happen to like the way words sound and how certain ones roll off the tongue with charming effects.
These days I choose to feed myself on truth. The sort that soothes and strengthens and takes me to the places I need to be at any given point in my life. Words that I desire to pop into my mind and transform me to His image. "... for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances." Philippians 4:11
And since I mentioned the reading of novels, I have just began a new novel that I think I will find wonderfully satisfying. The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte. I appreciate the Bronte sisters' use of words. Upon revisiting Jane Eyre this year, I have moved it to one of my most favorite books. I hope this one by Anne Bronte proves to be excellent reading as well.
