Good and Bloodthirsty.


You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.” ~Charlotte the spider


The book is still there – on my nightstand, along with the Bible, a book of Puritan prayers, and Here and Now by Henri Nouwen. I adore Charlotte’s Web. Love lives in that book. Grace lives in that book. Honor lives in that book. And best of all, Charlotte lives in that book.

Charlotte was – and remains – my childhood hero – an unlikely soul who understands clearly what makes her strong and what makes her dangerous. She holds no delusions, she knows who she is. And she has no ulterior motives in helping one little white pig. Saving his life won’t save hers. Making him famous won’t make her famous. He becomes a celebrity. And she remains a spider. Only those who take time to really pay attention understand that her everyday living and breathing and web-weaving is a miracle in itself.

I remember first reading the book in 4th grade. It was an old library book, already well-worn when I received it. I opened the pages, and read the entire book in one sitting. And then I read it again, dreaming myself far away from my troubled suburban bedroom and into a beautiful old barn where I would be Fern with my own perfect pig. I would draw webs, imaging what word Charlotte might select if she was describing me to the world. I wasn’t talented or pretty and my home wasn’t peaceful like the barn, but Charlotte didn’t mind. She taught me that beautiful things are born in unlikely places. She taught me about hope as I would wish myself into that little barn with Wilbur and Fern. She wove good words into me to replace all the bad words around me.

Words like creative, and enthusiastic, and dreamer. Words like writer and visionary and renegade and fighter.

Charlotte shows me even today that there is a place – always a place – to be wholly who I am, complete with flaws and frailty. And her selfless care for a little white pig reminds me to look at the so-much-more in others.

I’ve got a new friend, all right. But what a gamble friendship is! Charlotte is fierce, brutal, scheming, bloodthirsty—everything I don’t like. How can I learn to like her, even though she is pretty and, of course, clever? ~Wilbur


Charlotte is my hero. And today, Charlotte says, “Spin your web. Spin it well.”

So, who is your childhood hero? And what have you learned from them? I’d love to know. Your stories inspire me so much. 

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We're in this together, and I am for you. I secure road signs with a hammer of hope, and clear the debris so they can be seen. Call me your spiritual aunty, the one who you can trust with the hard conversations. I am your encourager. I walk and keep walking. Cheer and keep cheering. I invest, dive deep, and cherish the stories being written in the lives of women like you who long to believe restoration is a reality on earth as it is in heaven. God holds the pen in those stories, and He delights in you.  I OFFER REAL HOPE FOR YOU, PURPOSE-WEARY WARRIOR. You'll love One Woman Can Change the World: Reclaiming Your God-Designed Influence and Impact Right Where You Are. It's available wherever books are sold. I'm honored to be represented by Credo Communications.

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4 thoughts on “Good and Bloodthirsty.”

  1. Wendy from Peter Pan! Her bravery, story telling and willingness to go new places, mother (serve) the lost boys.

  2. My father. He was the strong, honorable fighting sort. He laughed loudly, deeply and brightly. In 2000 he was diagnosed with renal failure. Prior to that he battled diabetes and a million complications. In 2000 they said he had six months. And kept giving him the six month speech for 9 years. He was tenacious. Such a radiance sprouted from his core. His laugh only got brighter as he moved forward. Death a promise, but never a sentence. He taught me strength, courage, joy, and story collecting. His life centered on stories and bringing them to life.

  3. I too am a big fan of Charlotte’s web. I lost count how many times I read it. Loved it as a child and read it to my children. I could relate to Wilber as a child who experienced abuse and abandonment. Charlotte reminded me some one is always there watching over you. It wasn’t until I was 16 y.o. that I finally met Jesus. Then I read another favorite Hinds feet on High places. I learned just like much afraid I too could make it along life’s path with help along the way. Then I read chronicles of Narnia and my relationship with the lord began to grow. I guess the rest is history. Funny how God used those stories to minister to me.

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