A classic novel, thick and heavy, I held between my hands. Jane Eyre My kindred spirit. A novel I treasure and hold close to my heart. I have poured over these pages a thousand times. Sadly though, it has sat neglected too long.
I crack open the book. The spine pops from inattention. My fingers touch the words written so long ago.
….turned up in my disturbed mind like a dark deposit in a turbid well. Why was I always suffering, always browbeaten, always accused, for ever condemned? Why could I never please? Why was it useless to try to win any one’s favour?
The uncomfortable reality of me thinking those exact words made me shift to find comfort as I sat reading. Bronte turned the heat up under my seat.
Haunted I re-read that passage. Why couldn’t I ever please? Why was I always broken down? Oh, Miss Eyre we are not so different you and I. I never realized this until now.
I felt like crawling into the pages to pull Miss Eyre next to me. She, a tender 10 year old, whom has experienced as much loss as Job and I, a 40 something woman, with the answer as to who you should please……
I pictured myself in the dreaded red room with the dark furniture and plush fabrics. I stood next to the perched broken Jane. I would reach out and push back the fallen strands of hair away from her face.
“Oh, dear sweet, Jane. Don’t you understand? You need not to worry about pleasing Mrs. Reed and her dreaded horrible children. The only favour you must win is Christ’s……”
We only will find heart ache and grief if we put our faith, our value, in people. It is in Christ where we find comfort in all our sufferings. He is the only one who can truly relate.
Did he seek favour of people? Did he question his importance by seeking to please? No. He focused on pleasing God and fulfilling prophecy.
Seek to please Christ. Put your value into Him.