She Stews

Reading slowly helps. Who knew?
(this from the child who used to read four and five novels a day.)

So. Does this sound familiar?

"Yes, this is all very elementary stuff. I've spent the past years analysing Victorian social conventions and women's literature and not studying theology and sanctification and justification and doctrinal issues. As a PK who's spent most of her Sundays in a church, maybe I should be embarrassed that I'm still making these kind of baby steps. Maybe I should be. I'm not."

It should. I wrote it a day or two ago. And then I read this:

For though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you again the first principles of the oracles of God; and you have come to need milk and not solid food.
For everyone who partakes only of milk is unskilled in the word of righteousness, for he is a babe.
But solid food belongs to those who are of full age, that is, those who by reason of use have their senses exercised to discern both good and evil. (Heb. 5.12-14)

and now...
Well.
Candor. I let myself off the hook too easily. At the moment, I'm writhing inches above solid unembarrassed ground; but then, all of this book is making me squirm.
Ugh. What do I do with this?



On to Chapter 6.