August 17, 2011
So… can it get more cliché than this? Here I sit, watching Pride and Prejudice (which, I mostly have memorized by heart!) cleaning out the remains of cake batter in a bowl, and my heart does that little mini flip-flop because Darcy stretches his fingers after helping Elizabeth into the carriage… Let me tell you what, this may seem like nothing, especially to any guys who may have seen the movie, but it is OBVIOUS that instead this marks the point where Darcy realizes he is, indeed, in love with a miss Elizabeth Bennett. Such a great movie!! And yet, it is a terrible movie, because it turns out that there are not a lot of Mr. Darcy’s in this world and we do not speak in old English… Sad! = (
Isn’t it funny how chick flicks do that to you! There is always something about every movie I watch that fills my little brain with unrealistic notions about love! Take these for example:
Emma: Not all of us girls have a best friend who also doubles as our pretty much brother who we realize we have fallen in love with, after trying our hands at matchmaking…
Chasing Liberty: Well, I am not the president’s daughter… end of story!
Leap Year: I don’t have the money to go to Ireland, nor would I find it advisable to jump in a car with a random stranger in a sketchy car… even if he looks like the guy from the movie!
Life As We Know It: Well I don’t have any best friends with kids for me to inherit upon their death.
When In Rome: I try not to make a habit of stealing coins out of wishing wells…
I think you get the picture… So pretty much, what I’m trying to say is there is no way that I will ever be the heroine or gorgeous girl or whatever in a true to life chick flick… It’s just not gonna happen… but really, I think that’s okay because I kind of sort of believe that there is the awesome dude, named God, who has my own love story all mapped out for me. (Of course sometimes I like to forge my own path, but He’s got my back!) and His love story is far greater than any made for TV movie or PG- 13 flick.
I have taken to wearing this ring on my left hand… it is a simple band and it says love all the way around it (yea, I got it for $2 on a side walk sale at the local Christian book store) I guess you could call it a purity ring, but it doesn’t say anything about ‘My Prince is Still a Frog’ or ‘Waiting for Prince Charming’ or anything like that. But I guess I think of it more as a reminder. When I look at said ring I think about how awesome my God is and how first and foremost I need to fall in love with Him, and then, in time, He will lead me to the perfect guy for me. But if I never get married (which I must admit I look toward with much fear and trembling) I know that I am still whole… and really, what else do I need?
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