How can I serve you in this luxury, where we are
the master of so many servants and staff?
Yet I am not the master, merely a "hanger on" who
sucks up money and causes expenses without
inputting the work of my hands.
I do not believe in this work, and all I see is a
building of pride that will come down with the next
earthquake or revolution.
Yet I do not fit in with the help either, since they
need to work for their families, and getting too
close will result in their losing money.
Lord, help me find a middle way, where I can give
joy to my husband without being in the way, and to
use the talents of my hand.
Perhaps you are asking that I give them up...
I am reminded of Kristin Lavrensdattir, who retires
to a convent so her daughter in law will be free to
run the estate...she did not quite fit in, but when the
plague hit, her hands, which for years served and
nursed and cleaned and organized, were put to
work. You did indeed place her in the situation
where she was needed...and even her knowledge of
evil served to save a child.
Speaking of Kristin, when they ask what books
would you bring to a desert island, that book is
Ah, but right now I am reading "trustee from the toolroom", a nevil shute novel. Would make a decent movie if cast correctly (Shute did On the Beach, which was done well, and Pied Piper, which was miscast by Peter OToole as the lead, and the earlier version not much better).
But not "Hollywood" I guess.
Like the newspaper, the bias is not so much in the opinions as the stories they chose...Vera Drake, an abortionist, not Dame Cecily who founded the hospice movement, or the very interesting life of the RAF officer in Dambusters, who was at Hiroshima and also worked with the dying after the war...or of John B. who after the war was a "streetperson" or lost person and hanger on in the missions who was killed when I was there working in a leper colony...and it was him, not all these productive missionaries who also were martyred, who was immediately proclaimed a saint by the local people...who wudda thought?
Guess that's a lesson for me...