I have been kind of stressed out lately about this huge project that's due in less than a month. I don't quite have enough research, and I've been really wanting this book that my library supposedly didn't have. Needless to say, I was rather disappointed. So, on my way home today I wanted to stop by the library and pick up a book about Raphael since I'm writing a paper about his Mond Crucifixion for another art history class. I go to where the book should be, stop for a moment to check the call numbers, and find myself in the Rembrandt section of the books. There, smack in front of my nose, the book whose call number I was analyzing, was the book I had been desperately wanting--Reading Rembrandt by Mieke Bal.
I was baffled and bewildered, a little bit peeved that in all my searches of Mieke Bal, Reading Rembrandt, Rembrandt, the Nightwatch, the Night Watch, etc, etc, that this book did not show up. But then I was immediately grateful for what I choose to see as a tender mercy of the Lord. I picked up that book along with another Rembrandt one, checked them out, and left the library...forgetting Raphael entirely.
Still feeling stressed, but now I'm a bit more hopeful. Ahhh, so glad I found this book.
Also feeling extremely blessed that God is looking out for me. So grateful for this gentle reminder.
