Back in the day, when I followed the Christian faith, Born Again Christian, to be exact, I read and re-read the Canadian West Series by Janette Oke. To say that I loved these books was an understatement. A gross understatement. They were so endearing to me.
Now, way past the Christian days, and for certain reasons only my children and a special friend know, I long to read them once again. I tried to put them on hold at the Saskatoon library. They only have half of the six books in the series. I tried to order them only to find they were out of print. On to EBay.
I sought them, I found them and I conquered them. All of the books, printed long ago but in mint condition for the low low price of $10. They arrived yesterday. They sit in a prominent spot on my bookshelf waiting to be read. Waiting until a time in the short future when hopefully, they will become more personal. They will become new to me. They will be cherished. Perhaps read over and over by me. Perhaps my adult daughters will want to read them. Perhaps Athena too when she is older.
But just seeing them there on the shelf, just knowing they are mine forever is a comfort in an odd sort of way. Just beyond explanation at this time. I may divulge in the future. I may not.