I just finished reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. I figured that since that new film is coming out (that looks fantastic by the way), and since the book is only like 80 pages long, and since I saw it at the library, I might as well read it.
I've read it before, and somehow I'd forgotten how absolutely strange it is. Some things had me laughing out loud and some things had me feeling really sorry for poor Alice and some things just had me puzzled. Definitely curious. And delightful in a very weird way.
I can identify with little Alice, though. No, I didn't exactly follow a white rabbit into a hole. But I've been thinking about a lot of things, important things, like God, and life, and children, and motherhood, and grace, and family. And my thoughts are so big that I really feel like a lost little girl wandering through them trying to make sense of it all.
And at the same time, I'm trying to figure out how to make and can juice from 6,000 pounds of grapes. Which is hard enough to make me want to just throw away the 6,000 pounds of grapes and pretend they never grew on our vines. Keeping a home while keeping 3 babies is hard.
Life is deep. Definitely curious. And delightful in a very weird way.