Into The Woods

You would think after the time I saw "The Glass Menagerie" I would read a synopsis of the plays before I go. When will I learn?

Tonight I went to the charming Old Globe Theater in Balboa Park with some girlfriends:)

I've never been to the Old Globe and I loved it. The stage set up, the promising plot of twisted fairy tales and especially the under 30 price!...can't beat $20 tickets!

Act one was completely perfect. The catchy tunes, the hipsteresque cast of ten phenomenal actors/musicians re painting the love and irony of some of my favorite characters.

Act two was a different story though. It picked up after "happily ever after" in the land of "once upon a time, later".

At that introductory line, I should have known. The catchy songs became eerie songs. Parts of the cast were killed off and worst of all, reality hit my beloved characters.

I dislike when perfectly blissful and ridiculous fairy tales are hit with real life. It is not meant to be. I have zero desire to escape to a worse plight that what I face each day. I definitely prefer the lands of mermaids and princesses and talking to animals. No thank you to the witches and wolves and giants!

So in that sense, I was disappointed that the plot twist that befell the folks in the woods were deeply and most difficultly moral, grim and sad. But at the same time I understand the premise of the major plot twist. It was two fold- life takes us "into the woods" and we often come out changed but we're never alone( strangely enough, even if we don't come out of the woods ever). And the second being, be careful what tales you tell and live out towards your children because it will always affect them and they are ultimately the future.

Eh. It just got heavy and sad all at once .

I came home a touch depressed from that and looked at an Instagram feed that is solely puppies...for about thirty minutes. Their fluffy faces made me smile and forget the fate of the characters I spent the evening with. Apparently, I am very sensitive. But that's not surprising to any of us, now is it?

Ultimately, the parts of this play that I didn't love, represented the sum total of hope apart from Christ. Maybe that's why it was so sad to endure and so mentally draining. Maybe it's artsy-ness just led me to overthink the whole thing.

But I drove home assured of this- it is good to be God's kid. I once was an orphan, but now I am His beloved. I once had no hope, but now my hope is anchored in a place with no witches, giants or wolves being secured by a Holy King!

Thank You, Jesus that You made me, redeemed me and called me as Your own!