Coming Back to Read

 I find it interesting when something comes back again into your life. This thing was a book. I was interested in reading it but somehow it felt difficult; there was a lot of written detail, and perhaps my situation at the time felt a bit too similar to the author's intense, painful and suffering experiences. I had attempted to read this book a couple times hearing from my dear sister's personal experience of how great and insightful it was. I checked it out once again from the library, and once again returned it without the accomplished feeling of finishing a book. 

When I was feeling burnt out and then got sick, I was able to rest more. The idea came to me of looking through some notes and quotes I had typed up. I came to read some notes I had taken from this book and how beautiful and true they were, what great and amazing reminders especially when I felt unstimulated, bored and somewhat spiritually dry. This book I now had a copy of, since it came to me when one of my sisters gave us some of her mother-in-law's books. I saw this book and immediately took it, knowing full well that I wanted to attempt to try to read it once again! So now I had this book, and delved into it, feeling inspired and encouraged. If I could just get further than the last time I tried to read it, and maybe it would be easier to read overall. 

I finally read and finished this book yesterday! It was so good, so awe inspiring, and spiritually enriching in what he had to go through in his many years of solitary confinement, hard labor, severe conditions, discouragement, suffering and misunderstandings. An amazing story, and now I want to read his next book. So much good to look to in his story, his witness and testimony. My sufferings are mere nothingness compared to what he had to endure. I'm so glad I had it in my hands and finished it.