The Days of Yesteryear

Some days I feel I should shout aloud from the distress lest I not dispose from myself the imposing modern culture I have as of yet found myself within. To be whisked away to another century in one second's time would be more than enough salve to relieve my soul. I know. This will never happen. But after all, isn't this what imaginations were truly made for? To think that in one's mind as they close their eyes they can almost see themselves in another time for a brief moment. I treasure these moments every day. To be without them would surely be my undoing. Yet I think God had me born when I was to perhaps see to it that I'd be able to treasure yesteryear in its fullest capacity. For there are so many lives, so many time periods, so many ways of dressing, and so many choices of place that I would have had much trouble choosing just one if I had been given the choice! So with a gentle sigh, I thank the Lord for the chance to treasure all times since the beginning both in my heart, in my mind and imagination, and in the pen that is put to paper. May we never forget the days of yesteryear! Never let modern culture dictate how who should live. What you should like. For me, I love history and being transported into another time by way of books, series, and such. It is glorious! And no modern opinions could make me ever change my mind concerning this very thing. Yet I know in my heart that the Lord has a grand purpose for me in the here and now that I will embrace fully.