The Love of Esther Summerson // Haylee Lynd
I wanna be like Esther. I'm to the point now where I don't care what anyone says. She might think and talk about herself a lot but she loves other people so so greatly and so so well. She thinks just as much of others as she thinks of herself. She says, "...in my weakness I was too calm to have any care for myself, and could have heard (or so I think now) that I was dying; with no other emotion than with a pitying love for those I left behind..." (XXXV 12-15). This girl is dying or so it seems, and all she can think about are the one she loves and is supposed to be caring for. She wants to fulfill her duty of cleaning the house. She wants to care for Ada, for Richard, for John. She has such a great effect on people and she is genuinely so loved and I find myself jealous of that. I want to work so hard and love so well that people love me and care for me the way they care for Esther Summerson. John Jarnydce says to Esther, "...Ada and I [have] been perfectly forlorn and miserable; here has your friend Caddy been coming and going late and early..." (XXXV 16-17). He goes on to describe Richard writing letters because he is anxious about Esther and he describes Miss Flite walking all the way to Bleak House to hear about or see Esther. Esther has made such an impact on so many people, essentially everyone she has crossed paths with. She makes people wanna be better, such as Caddy. She comforts people who truly need it, like Jenny. She loves so so fiercely.
I wanna be like Esther. I wanna impact people like Esther. I wanna love people like Esther loves. I mean, we're commanded to do so in the Bible, and I want to make a kingdom impact as big as the impact Esther makes on people. The flesh in me wants to do so so that people love me the way they love Esther. The Spirit in me wants to do so so that people see Jesus in me and desire to seek and to know Him. I feel like Esther kind of embodies both of these desires.
P.S. I commented on Emily's and Justin's posts.
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