Cabin Crush

It’s winter already in my world. I have stacks of books on Christmas themes, winter reflections, and a book with snow covered mountain cabin on its cover. It’s called Cabin: Two Brothers, a Dream, and Five Acres in Maine. My heart literally skipped its beat when I discovered this book at the library. I was like a girl having these crazy hormonal reaction to a hot guy standing right in front of her. This book cover is HOT. I have a cabin crush.

The author finds himself building a cabin in the woods, fulfilling a boy’s dream with the help of his mighty brother, a vise president of a real estate company. He went through divorce, death of his mother, job loss, and a health scare. Empowered by many of his personal setbacks, he goes off to the woods and starts building his cabin and at the same time, somehow restoring his fallen life.

The hope of restoration is an underlying current in all of us. It’s the story of all hero’s journeys. He(or she) always comes back to where he started. Only when he comes back, he’s back with many treasures and wealth. Most times, he also comes back with the significant other. It’s a recurring theme in the publishing world. There’s a constant flow when it comes to books on the theme of self-discovery, and self-transformation. In the suffering period of darkness and loss of Truth, one wants to hear about pigs or horses that actually fly. Well, I dream of Jesus coming down a white horse descending from heaven for the final rescue. You may say I’m a dreamer. But I’m really just a realist.

The only time I am dreaming is when I am toying with the idea of a small cabin in the snow covered mountain. When I dream that, I also dream that it will snow for weeks, trapping me inside the cabin under the condition that I have enough supply to last the snow storm. No one would come to visit. In total isolation, it’s just me and the burning fireplace, hot chocolate in my mug, and stacks of books on winter, my favorite season. That’s when you would call me a dreamer when I’m dreaming these dreams. Jesus on a white horse is the most realistic vision that I know. Not a cabin on a white snow. That cabin will go down to the fires of hell and all the snow will be melted.

But for now, I live in a world where the cabin, and the snow remain. Together they shout out their temporary truth. In side that light filled cabin on a cold wintry night, there is a sense of home. “Let’s get to the part where we sit inside and enjoy the place.”, said the author’s vise president brother on page three, before the foundation was even laid out. He still had 240 more pages to go, but I am sure it was too early to tell. They were no prophets. Only two brothers dreaming one man’s boyhood dream together.

This is only a cabin, but not just any other cabin. To Mr.Urenick(the author), this cabin is a dream that sustained him throughout his brokenness. It held him up. It was only one man’s dreamy vision, but the reality now is that he can sit inside and enjoy the place. So I sit here and enjoy the encouragement and a sense of hope this book is giving me.

This book got me with his cover. Then 9 pages later, when it said this, I was hooked completely.

“If there’s one thing that I had yearned for in my life, it was coherence. I just didn’t seem to have the talent for it. I felt like I had been stringing together a series of isolated episodes, punctuated by failures, with one episode seeming to bear no relation to the next.”

I thought, uh-oh, there’s another one like me. It was a thought that soon turned into a relief. I know that he’s the hero in the book that ends up getting a pretty cool cabin in the deep woods in Maine. Though I do not have a brother who is a vise president of a company, I have the Father who is the founder of all things created.

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