To be honest, I never read the book as a child...Harrison has the book now, but I had never thought much of it. If you haven't seen the movie yet I won't ruin it for you (its only been out two days), but it inspired me. It was a little strange at first, but it was inspirational. My husband will be saying at this point "Here comes the melancholy!" And yes, here she comes.... King Max reminded me of a few things: be brave, explore, get dirty, "lay in a real pile", hug... I remember reading "Wild at Heart" by John Eldridge (and yes, its intended for men) and thinking, this is a little bit of me. I appreciate the "wild" aspect of men and boys, but there is also a little bit of wild in me. At least, I hope there is some left after days filled with laundry, reading for class, dinner, work, squeezing in a kiss from my two guys, you know! There is a scripture that has been stuck in my mind after reading it somewhere a few days ago. Its found in Isaiah 43:18, "Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up, do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland." Somehow these thoughts are all connected in my mind. I think what I'm being led to is not to be limited to what my finite eye can see for the moment. The things aformentioned that consume my days (school, work, laundry, etc) are the temporary. Streams in the desert are miracles. Just like King Max saw his dream of a fort come to fruition, I too hope for something bigger, grandiose in nature. Call it naivete. Whatever, but Im hoping for my stream in the desert...my NEW thing that God is giving me.
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