As a writer, one of the things I appreciate most about the English language is its expansive vocabulary. The plethora of synonyms at our disposal makes it possible to find just the word to express subtle nuances of feeling or thought. We owe this rich treasury largely to the Norman invasion of 1066, when the Germanic Anglo-Saxon tongue was somewhat forcibly wed to the Romance language of French. The offspring of this philological union grew up to become modern English.
Obedience is not a trait that has ever come particularly easy for me. I have a stubborn and somewhat contrary nature. I’m also excessively curious and like to know the “why” behind everything. And I will admit to a rather rebellious streak, as well, which means that telling me to do something is often a guaranteed way to make me not want to do it. I often thank the Lord that I was given such patient and loving parents, or else I might not have survived my adolescence and young adulthood.