Our assignment was to write a book review. The professor called my name, finally. I desperately wanted to see what masterpiece I would be reading. I didn't look at the title until I sat at my desk. I loved the suspense. I took a deep breath and slowly my eyes met the title. I read the title slowly. Then Along Came a Cowboy. What? A cowboy. What was this? A picture of a handsome, brown eyed cowboy was etched on the cover. Was this a romance? I walked outside and sat under a tree. I painfully made my way through the first chapter. A cowboy romance? You have to be kidding! How would I ever motivate myself to read this??!! I shoved the book into my bookbag and let out a deep sigh. I couldn't return the book to the professor. I had to read it and review it. I pinned myself to my bed that night and struggled through some more chapters.
By about the fifth chapter I had reached a new level of feeling uncomfortable. Why? The main character was me. And I hated looking in the mirror. I didn't want to see myself. The main character was the victim of love gone terribly wrong. Now she lived in fear of any affection. She was stubborn and avoided any thoughts of romance. Eventually a persistent cowboy won her heart and she allowed someone to love her again.
I loved the story more with each turn of the page. Unfortunately, after I finished the book I was left with my thoughts and reality. I couldn't escape into her world. I hadn't found a persistent cowboy that owned deep affections for me. I still had her bitterness and her inability to forgive. Romance books are good for one thing. A bonfire.
I hate when reality ruins a descent story. A happy ending? Of course a happy ending! The main character overcame her fears, doubts, and inadequacies. Prince charming accepted her for who she was and continued to love her. Reality check, Tamara. Don't fool yourself into think this man exists. He was made up by a female author to torture single women.
2 comments:
Hey, Tamera, I hear you. I understand how you feel.
By your blog title and name, I can tell you're a student of Song of Solomon. Me, too!
You are dark BUT lovely. Focus on the lovely!
Think of the cowboy in that book as Jesus. He's loves you no matter what, intimately, and it's not about fairy tales. It's about a reality.
Healing and any kind of happy ending in life begins with knowing how much you are loved by the One who gave His life for you.
It's a journey, but stick with it.
Is there a man out there for you like the cowboy? I don't know, but your chances of finding him in the light of Jesus's love are so much better than finding him out of discouraged.
I knew I would pick the wrong man. So much, I had dreams of running OUT of the church in my wedding dress, passing all the guests. :)
I said, "Lord, I'll screw up. You pick my husband."
I had to let go of my heart, and hurts. My disappointments. I had to let go even of the happily ever after dream. I had to fall in love with Jesus.
Then, He gave me a GREAT husband. But you know, even when my hubby lets me down. I'm okay with it. My identity is in Him, not him.
Song of Songs 4:9!
As for the book, Lynxwiler is trying to demonstrate healing through love. And that is always true.
Blessings to you!!
Rachel
AMEN!!! When I finished the book I let out a deep sigh. After the sigh I reminded myself that God is the lover of my soul. Actually the next night God and I went out on a date. We went star gazing and then out to a fancy restaurant.
In the book Dr. Rachel kept noticing that the cowboy was constantly looking in her direction. This reminded me of God's intense gaze. He can't bring Himself to look away.
I guess I shouldn't be murmuring about how mortal men fail. I should rejoice that God never does!!!
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