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I’m resurrecting this previous post because sometimes, one just needs to be reminded that one’s life is not supposed to be “safe.”
Originally posted on Any Given Day:
“You’ll understand when you see him,” said Mr. Beaver.
But shall we see him?” asked Susan.
“Why, Daughter of Eve, that’s what I brought you here for. I’m to lead you where you shall meet him,” replied Mr. Beaver.
“Is – is he a man?” asked Lucy.
“Aslan a man?!” said Mr. Beaver sternly. “Certainly not. I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-beyond-the-Sea. Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion – the Lion, the great Lion.”
“Ooh!” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he – quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”
“That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver; “if there’s anyone who…
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How crazy does that sound? Yet that was exactly what I felt God whispering to me a few months past as I set rather unhappily at my desk one work day.
I couldn’t put my finger on what was wrong. Why I was so restless? Why did I no longer feel as though I belonged there? Read more