Some of you may be familiar with the little devotional book, Our Daily Bread. I just came across this story and it was so touching and unusual I thought I'd share it here. It highlights one of those archaic qualities - devotion - which seems to chiefly exist between the pages of books, like its counterparts honor and chivalry and selflessness and all the rest.
In 1826, the British author Thomas Carlyle married Jane Welsh, who was an accomplished writer as well. She dedicated herself to his success and served him wholeheartedly. Because of a stomach ailment and a nervous disorder, he had a rather ornery temperament. So she made special meals for him and tried to keep the house as quiet as possible so he could do his writing.
Thomas didn't often recognize Jane's helpful spirit nor did he spend much time with her. However, he wrote to his mother: "I may say in my heart that she...loves me with a devotedness which is a mystery to me how I have ever deserved. She...looks with such soft cheerfulness into my gloomy countenance, that new hope passed into me every time I met her eye."
Between Our Daily Bread and Streams in the Desert, I'm finding all sorts of inspiration. Next week I'll be spotlighting an inspiring friend, Dana Brown, who will talk about her writing journey. She's graciously provided copies of her historical novels so we can have a giveway. And she has some interesting things to say about genealogy and Kentucky history so hope you'll stop by. Happy Wednesday!