Maybe if I told you the right words at the right time, you'd be mine.

I am on a Tracy Chapman kick. Tonight I went to the dollar theater with Joel and Mel to see the newest Chronicles of Narnia movie:

“Please, Aslan,” said Lucy. “Before we go, will you tell us when we can come back to Narnia again? Please. And oh, do, do, do make it soon.”
“Dearest,” said Aslan very gently, “you and your brother will never come back to Narnia.”
“Oh, Aslan!!” said Edmund and Lucy both together in despairing voices.
“You are too old, children,” said Aslan, “and you must begin to come close to your own world now.”
“It isn't Narnia, you know,” sobbed Lucy. “It's you. We shan't meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?”
“But you shall meet me, dear one,” said Aslan.
“Are are you there too, Sir?” said Edmund.
“I am,” said Aslan. “But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”


Didn't God bless Lewis with the most amazing mind? Listening to Aslan made me desire God. It is so wonderful to be the daughter of a God that comforts however necessary. Tonight, as I pondered the literary genius that depicts the Father as a powerful and safe lion, I was comforted. Literature is comfort to me and the Lord chooses to use that.


Do I make sense? Oh well, it's in my chest - not my mouth - anyway.