Something Beautiful

Today is a day for reading, and coffee, and listening to Needtobreathe.

Thanks to the beautiful Miss Natalie Lloyd. I finally recieved The Invention of Hugo Cabret in the mail yesterday along with Do Hard things by the Harris brothers. But I decided to read the former first. :)

And it is beyond magical. I haven't fallen this in love with a book since...since...the first time I read C.S. Lewis' A Horse and His Boy or S.E. Hinton's The Outsiders. This does not mean that it's my new favorite, but it's certainly one I'm never getting rid of either.

I'm only in chapter 7 but this one sentence broke my heart. It said: He missed being read to. Every time I even say that in my head I want to sigh out loud. Maybe it's because I love reading so much, or because I love learning, or because I love teaching. But I hate to imagine a child not being read to, especially one who longs for it. Reading teaches you countless things in ways that no person can.

Therefore, whenever I become a teacher, no matter how old the kids that I'm teaching are, there will be reading aloud. By me or by themselves. There's nothing that makes me feel so confidant and intelligent than reading aloud, even if I mess up, even if it's just to myself. I love it.

This is part of what makes me different. Someone told me not to long ago (someone very dear to me) "when I first saw you I didn't think you were from around here, and then you came back from India and so you wore all those clothes and you just looked like you were foreign, from another country. You don't look like you're from here."

That is quite possibly the sweetest thing anyone has ever told me, ever. God's given me this wanderlust and a desire to be different, ever since I was born.

It makes me giggle. Jesus, you're so creative. I can just see Him saying something like "well, she's going to look Greek, but she'll have an Indian head bobble, and a southern accent, and she'll dress like she lives in Europe and she'll travel the world learning all sorts of things...just for me."

And all that came from one sentence from Hugo Cabret. (He's my new friend).