The other night watching
Persuasion, based on Jane Austen's novel, I thought again that Jane and Carolyn are right and I was wrong. The heroines in Jane's novels are consistently gracious- overlooking everyday slights and stupidities from their friends and family. For the first forty-or-so years of my life I didn't even begin to get it.
I thought that being gracious to dorks and idiots was all right for Carolyn (and Anne Elliot and Elizabeth Bennet), but not for me. "Tell it like it is," was my motto. Slights and stupidities were to be exposed, confronted, and corrected (even though it never seemed to work).
Because of my mild frustration that Carolyn took the same approach as Jane's heroines, I missed years of opportunities to learn from her, preferring I guess, to be offensive and somewhat stupid myself in those kinds of situations (I don't really remember what I was thinking).
I guess I was stuck in some developmental stage, or more likely just wasn't allowing God to change me in a way that I needed to change.
As it turns out, I was often the dork and the idiot but didn't know it. I guess this is what Jane means in her novels when she describes a wife as being able to "improve" her husband- some husbands are just more difficult to "improve" than others.