Finding the Impossible

20130905_190506-1I didn’t know the author. I didn’t know the title. I didn’t even know what it was about. All I had was a vague memory of a picture that had an escalator in it and the knowledge that I had loved that book.

It was a children’s book that my grandparents had owned. They had a whole collection of books that they kept for us when we came over, and I remembered the names of almost all of them, except this one.

I was determined to hunt it down, but how do you find something when you have no information? I scoured Google. I even signed up (it cost me $2) to a website on which a team of people will use all their book-knowledge to try to find a book for you based on the most limited information.

The escalator page! The only thing I could vaguely remember.

The escalator page! The only semi-clear thing I could remember.

I kid you not, all I knew was that it was a children’s book that probably pre-dated the eighties, was possibly about going to work, possibly had a train station in it, and had a picture of an escalator in what was possibly a department store. Try typing that into Google!

So, imagine my elation when, after a couple of years, I found the book during a Google search. I recognized the cover immediately and wasted no time in ordering a secondhand copy.

I’m now convinced that I can find anything online!

Do you have any long-lost books that you’ve been trying to find for ages?

Be Brave Little Piglet!

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As kids, we had the book Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day. At some point in the book, little Piglet is swept away by the wind. Pooh cries out to him: “Be brave little Piglet!” as Piglet finds himself alone, high in the sky.

When we were young, mum often used this phrase on us as we were facing something we were afraid of. ‘Be brave little Piglet,’she’d say to us as we walked, with trepidation into the unknown.

The phrase stuck in my mind, and I found myself repeating it, even as an adult, during some of the most difficult times of my life. But, somehow, it didn’t help. Instead of feeling brave, I felt lost and small; a little Piglet in the midst of a storm.

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It was during a particularly rough time a couple of years ago that the problem with this mantra suddenly became clear. If I was seeing myself as a ‘little Piglet,’ I would feel lost, and small, like a child wanting to run back to the safety of their mummy.

What I needed to focus on was the truth of who I was. In Christ I was more like a warrior Princess than a small, weak piglet. I could be brave, because I had Christ in me; His power; His armour.

So now, when I face battles, I face them as a warrior, not as a defenceless Piglet. And the cry to ‘be brave,’ is much more achievable.