Jezebel diaries * day 3 * Jezebel meets Pollyanna meets Mother Mary

the truth inconsequential,
what fun is that to tell?
invent or embellish,
with purpose and relish,
we’ll slander the Jezebel 

Jezebel, Pollyanna and Mary, the mother of Jesus. Maybe my three favorite females, real or fictional. There’s something about each of them that I admire and relate to. I know! Talk about your different social circles. Had they all been real and lived in the same time, they wouldn’t have mingled. There would have been no friendly waves or chatting in the local market. I doubt there would have been eye contact. It wasn’t done. It still isn’t done. What on earth would people say? Everyone thought Jezebel was the most immoral person of any social circle; poor PollyAnna, an orphan with no home or family, had no position or status, let alone a social circle; and Mary… Mary was a very young girl who had just been visited by the Angel Gabriel and told she was going to deliver The Messiah. The Messiah. I think it’s safe to assume she had bigger concerns, than where she was or wasn’t, in some social circle.

Today dear diary and friends, as promised, marks the conscious decision to be more upbeat in my writings. You deserve a smile with your coffee or water or nutritional tea. If I can help you see through my eyes, we can both laugh at the awful, beautifully imperfect life I’ve led. Maybe mine will make you feel better about yours. Maybe you’ll begin to see how amazing you really are. Maybe you’ll want to understand the faith that wakes me up every day. Maybe you’ll just forget about your outside stress for a few minutes because this wordy girl caught your attention. Whatever the reason, you’re reading my words. I’m glad you’re here.

So, how’s this for a Jezebel Journey challenge? By the time you finish reading today’s entry, you’ll not only understand me a little better, but you’ll gain that understanding by way of getting to know a Jezebel, Pollyanna and Mother Mary. Basically, we’ll take a walk through my thoughts and you may end up with, at the very least, a different perspective. Do they make Bengay for the brain? You may need it. Did I mention I’m glad you’re here?

If you’re just joining us for the first time, welcome! In case billions of blogs aren’t enough, now you’ve found mybrokencrayon.com: a sounding board for square pegs everywhere. Within that, I started a small series, The Jezebel Diaries. It’s nothing special. I’m not an actual writer. Just lending insight from an outsider who’s always believed in the magic of the good guy. I’ve changed hundreds of things in my life, but that’s never changed. Believing in the good guy is part of my soul. Sylvester doesn’t eat Tweety. Wile E. Coyote can’t blow up the Roadrunner. Cat Ballou doesn’t hang. Elmer Fudd will never eat wabbit stew. Germany was defeated in Casablanca by Rick, Ilsa and love. No Clingon is a match for James T. Kirk. Ebenezer Scrooge sees the error of his ways. Tiny Tim doesn’t die. And name or man-with-no-name, Mr. Eastwood doesn’t lose. I believe. Sooner or later, the good guy always wins. Jezebels are the good guys.

Are you wondering, how did my own bio end up a (to me) stunning blend of Jezebel, Pollyanna and Mother Mary? Most days, so am I. It would be easy to cry, blame and woe is me. But let’s not. I don’t have to know the why’s. I don’t have to know the when’s or where’s. I don’t even have to know the plans. Because I know the good guy. THE good guy. The only one who matters. This is where the flawed Jezebel meets the unwavering faith of Mother Mary. The simple, unshakable belief in Jesus, no social circles involved. Then Pollyanna comes skipping in, finding the good in everything, telling us all to rejoice and be glad 826 times… and all of the sudden, the me that made mistakes that could haunt me in my grave, is holding hands with the me who believes as the mother of Jesus. And we’re both holding our arms open to embrace Pollyanna me, who’s seen enough bad to last lifetimes and beyond. But I’m still looking for the good in people. Because The Good Guy looked for the good in me.

Jezebel diary * day 3 * cliff notes: * social circles are really just shallow puddles full of shallow people * no matter how different someone seems to be, you have common ground with them, if you’re willing to look * God tells us 826 times to be glad and rejoice. He wants us to live. He wants us to love. He wants us to laugh. * Wile E. Coyote should order his rockets from somewhere besides ACME. * Mr. Eastwood doesn’t lose. * Tiny Tim doesn’t die. * God bless us every one * but mostly the perfectly, imperfect Jezebels. We paint the world, we write the songs, we put feelings into words.*