Welcome to the Wardrobe

One of the very first books I read was The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. I was 5, and it was a birthday gift from one of my mom's friends. The book was magic. I entered the wardrobe right when Lucy did. I stepped on the fresh white snow with her, and walked home with a faun for tea. I was with her when she first met Aslan. I saw his great, golden eyes, and felt his wonderfully soft fur. I played with the Pevensies, laughed and cried with them, shouted with victory when the battle was won. In a way, I grew up in Narnia. I went on to read all the books, from The Magician's Nephew to The Last Battle. It was a world that I entered readily, over and over. And through entering the wardrobe with the other children, I also entered on a deeper relationship with my savior. In Aslan's eyes, I saw my Jesus. I watched him die, and realized more fully the price he paid for me. I felt more of his love, and felt my heart yearn towards him. When I learned to love the lion Aslan, I learned to love the Lion of Judah. Now, as an adult, and reading the books again, I see even more than I did when as a little girl I poured over the books under my covers with a flashlight, long after I was supposed to be asleep. I see the child-like faith of Lucy, and wish I had more of it. There are still parts of Narnia I have yet to explore. I have come to compare my childhood journey into Narnia, with my spiritual journey into the great unknown frontier of GOD. I've gone through the wardrobe door, yes, but I have so much more to explore. I hope you enjoy coming with me.