In C. S. Lewis' book "The Magician's Nephew" he describes how Narnia first came to be, and who the first people from our world were to see it. But before the main characters Diggory and Polly get there, they travel to an in-between place, which Lewis called 'The Wood Between the Worlds.' In that place, both children find themselves drowsy and forgetful. They lose all sense of who they are, where they came from, and what they were doing. They can't even recall where they were going, and have trouble figuring out how to get there.
I can relate. How about you?
One of the things I love so much about those books is how little scenes like the one I described help me make sense of my own life. Recently, my women's small group has been looking at The Chronicles of Narnia and finding how they tie into and reflect stories and truths found in scripture.* Naturally, I've been enjoying it.
It's always been surprisingly easy for me to find a story to illustrate and explain things in my own life, though I don't always make use of it. Tonight, however, I was realizing how I've been stuck in the WBW.
I don't know what it is, but I find myself falling into old habits that get me nowhere, when I have things to do that will get me to Ireland. I can't exactly blame my job, because it's a small part of my day. I can't even blame TV or my cycle of staying up too late and sleeping in, because those are symptoms, not the cause. I feel like I'm in a drowsy, lazy fog like the one Diggory and Polly encountered. And it's been keeping me from remembering my urgent task of preparing to go to Ireland.
To be fair, I do want to balance out working toward the future with living in the moment, but that's not really what I've been doing. I've been stalling. Dragging my feet. And I'm not even entirely sure why. Maybe I'm a little scared and daunted by the tasks ahead, like the large amount of support I need to raise. Maybe it seems too far away (it's not). Maybe I've just let myself get distracted.
But now that I've remembered who I am, where I'm going, and what I need to be doing, maybe I'll find my way out of the WBW quickly. I could really use prayer to help me work faithfully at the tasks I've been given....One of the other Narnian tidbits that's given me a visual image came from our study: In "The Horse and His Boy," Shasta meets Aslan at the end and discovers that He was the same lion who had been chasing/helping him and his companions throughout their journey. Being chased by a lion gave the four friends quite a fright, but it also motivated them to RUN and get to their destination just when they were growing weary. Aslan called it "strength through fear" and I suppose I'd rather have it that way than "weakness from fear," which is more like what I've been experiencing.
So there you have it: Ireland is like my Narnia (interesting, because Lewis was born in Ireland) and I have obstacles to overcome with "Aslan's" help. And yours!--Thanks for reading, and for your prayers.
*--By this I don't mean that I believe that everything Lewis wrote in CoN was an allegorical representation of someone or something in scripture. The fact that the books reflect some of those truths and stories is just good story telling. All great stories borrow their power from the One True Story.