This Friday will be the 26th year anniversary of my mom’s death. As I sit here and think about that number, I have a hard time believing it.
Somedays it feels like 100.
This morning as I thought about that number and the memories, I thought about “The Chronicles of Narnia” by CS Lewis. It’s been years since I’ve read those books but I do recall how Susan, the eldest girl, forgot about Narnia and dismissed it all as a childhood game. As years passed, the memories and beauty of Narnia faded away, she distracted herself with “nylons and lipstick and invitations.”
She stopped remembering and believing in the hope of more, the beyond, the other side.
I guess this is one reason I remember all the time. I want to remember. I need to remember.
That Sunday night, so many years ago, through the eyes of another, I caught a glimpse.
For the briefest of moments time stood still and that wardrobe door swung wide and rays of Narnia light poured in.
I locked eyes with the more, and that more compels me onward, expectantly.
I move forward. I hold on.
One day that door will swing open again.
“We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love.” 1 Corinthians 13: 12-13 Message
“So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can’t see now will last forever.” 2 Corinthians 4: 16-18