There are moments that I feel ancient, worn out and weathered. A battlement of bad weather and disappointment has left this little vessel of simply 25 years a little worse for wear. But, in my mind…in that tiniest truest part, I’m about 8 years old. I really delight when she surfaces. The older I get it tends to be less and less, and therefore all the more sacred and precious. Whether it be the first tinge of winter reddening my nose, the sounds of the first seasonal carol sung, or an episode of Little House on the Prairie taking me back to a small cherished space as a child. Sometimes my “little” hands can’t help but jump into rapid applause as the laughter of that small child surfaces and I see through her eyes. I feel it most this time of year, and never more as I have begun to read the beloved series…the Chronicles of Narnia.
It is hard for me to imagine in all my 25 years I have never peeled back the cover and stepped into this magical world of wonder, snow, and magic. Where talki…
in a valley tucked in-between two mountain ranges. Lavender, with its clean
laundered sent, stretches as far as the eye can see. I run calloused hands over
tender bud. Walking up the hill, I see
the expanse of the valley wide. The edge of night lightens to purple. The
mountains are stoic, as if taking in a deep breath before glorious waking sigh.
The sun crests – burning amber. The rich colors streak across the sky,
deepening everything in a warm blanket. As light dances higher, life opens.
Birds call to another; sing-song and playful. Field mice, hares, chipmunks peak
out of holes and boroughs. Deer languish on moss kissed by morning dew. Daisies
open, turning face toward sun proudly extending tiny peddles toward warmth
whispers in my ear, “This is what I have for you!” … Oh, Wondrous Soul, change is a many splendored
thing. Clichés can make the word feel monstrous. There is nothing to fear. We
all experience its effect, as tide to the moon. It draws us further i…
shall be done, but it may be harder than you think.” – CS Lewis, Chronicles of
Narnia, The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe “Courage,
dear heart” – CS Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Voyage of Dawn Treader “Quiet,
everyone! Shh! Silence before God. Something’s afoot in his holy house. He’s on
the move! – Zechariah 2:13 MSG
In years past winter has blanketed me with dread and sorrow.
After the New Year I hunker down and drudge through. I awaken from my fog
mid-March, as the Earth begins to thaw & bud begins to bloom. This year has
met with a definable change. Through alluring outlets God is teaching me to
savor this season of quiet, rest, and renewal. There is space to let broken
things heal. There is still wondrous adventure to be had against a grey back
drop. There is a mingling of pain and joy that is truly bittersweet. This
morning I walked to work. The snow blanketed the Earth, clinging to trees &
rooftops. A quiet hovered past the rumble of vehicles. I cut through th…