The Truth About the Lion Who Sometimes Makes you Limp

“. . . Oh, I am the unluckiest person in the whole world!”

Once more he felt the warm breath of the Thing on his hand and face.  “There it said, “that is not the breath of a ghost.  Tell me your sorrows.”

Shasta was a little reassured by the breath: so he told how he had never known his real father or mother and had been brought up sternly by the fisherman.  And then he told the story of his escape and how they were chased by lions and forced to swim for their lives; and all of their dangers in Tashbaan and about his night among the tombs and how the beasts howled at him out of the desert.  And he told about the heat and thirst of their desert journey and how they were almost at their goal when another lion chased them and wounded Aravis.  And also, how very long it was since he had had anything to eat.

“I do not call you unfortunate,” said the Large Voice.

“Don’t you think it was bad luck to meet so many lions?” said Shasta.

“There was only one lion,” said the Voice.

“What on earth do you mean?  I’ve just told you there was at least two the first night, and — ”

“There was only one: but he was swift of foot.”

“How do you know?”

“I was the lion.” And as Shasta gaped with open mouth and said nothing, the Voice continued.  “I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis.  I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead.  I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept.  I was the lion who gave the Horses the new strength of fear for the last mile so that you should reach King Lune in time.  And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.”

“Then it was you who wounded Aravis?”

“It was I.”

“But what for?”

“Child,” said the Voice, I am telling you your story, not hers.  I tell no one any story but his own.”

“Who are you?” asked Shasta.

“Myself,” said the voice, very deep and low so that the earth shook: and again, “Myself” , loud and clear and gay: and then the third time “Myself”, whispered so softly you could hardly hear it, and yet it seemed to come from all round you as if leaves rustled with it.

Excerpt from The Horse and His Boy by C.S. Lewis.

An Upside Down World

By AbbyA

In thinking about yesterday’s post – – burn out, grief, anger, bitterness, stress, shame – – I remember an excerpt from C.S. Lewis’ “An Upside Down World.”  He describes planet earth as

Valley of Tears, Cursed with Labour, Hemmed Round with Necessities, Tripped Up with Frustration, Doomed to Perpetual Plannings, Puzzlings and Anxieties.

It is no wonder that when the barrel becomes too full, we may be overcome by depression.  I have been there quite recently myself.  I felt like all was lost, cloudy, that everything was taken from me, loneliness, failure, systematic tears.  One afternoon, experiencing all of those emotions at once, I told myself to get up.  A dear friend had just told me that I was depressed and I needed to talk to someone about that.  That is what I did, my fellow sisters.

Don’t reach in when you are falling apart – – reach out.  This Upside Down World will beat up and turn you inside out.  Don’t do it alone.  If you think you are depressed, find a Christian counselor and start putting things back together.  It was about a month ago, my counselor said to me that I was smiling.  What a thought!

If you are looking for a trusted counselor, post a comment.  FemmeFuel will share with you many resources that just may make all the difference in your world.  I will be praying for you, sisters.  Love, AbbyA