I can’t help but feel like Jane Austen “got” me when she wrote of Fanny Price.
Not her perfect morality, just her desire to be good- to be useful.
I so identify with that character and her search for her place.
Since then it was easier and easier to take up for myself, so much so that I realized I was probably saying, “No” a little too much. A few years worth of swallowing “injustices” kind of led to an outpouring of defensiveness. I had to seek God for balance, something between a mouse and Lou Ferrigno.
“He has made everything beautiful in it’s time: also He has set the world in their heart…”