I just finished reading Jan Karon’s Home to Holly Springs, the first in the Father Tim series of novels. My husband first got me interested in these special books, of which this is a kind of “prequel,” which take place in a Blowing Rock-esque town in western North Carolina. He grew up around there, and I can hear his kin in the language of the people Karon paints.
I had a friend on Goodreads call the books “comfortable.” I agree. They are a place of calm in a busy world.
Anyway, this conversation between Father Tim and his new friend, T, at Tim’s childhood home in Mississippi struck me. I don’t want to give anything away in case anyone wants to read the book, so I’ll just say that Tim is facing something very difficult, and T questions him about it.
“How does knowin’ God help you out in a case like this?”
“I believe He has a purpose for everything. I believe He’ll bring good out of this, maybe even a way I won’t like very much. It’s His call, not mine.”
“Seems like any God a’tall would want you down here bustin a gut, not leavin’ it all up to Him.”
“Seems like. But it doesn’t work that way. We’ve got to let Him do the heavy lifting. We’ve got to grunt, that’s for sure, but we’ve got to let Him lift. The challenge is to trust Him. Right now, I’m trusting Him. Running a little scared, but trusting Him.”
Thankful today for:
234. air conditioning
235. Sunday morning
236. only two more nights alone