I have been engrossed with Jane Austen's Mansfield Park all day. I am just too curious how it will end. I have done my best to not know any of the plot as to not spoil it for me, and I am enjoying it.
I'm very grateful that God has given people such imaginations, and a talent of spinning a tale that can offer commentary on certain times and sensibilities, even lessons in wisdom. I really do marvel at how diversely God made all his image-bearers. No two people are alike, and no two people can bring him glory in the same way. He has a plan for each person, and delights in who we are because he made us the way we are for a purpose- for his glory.
It's very sweet to chew on that for a while.