"Love is the answer to most of the questions in my heart." Jack Johnson, Better Together
Remember how in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, the stone table on which Aslan is sacraficed on splits by magic deeper than the witch knew of?
This is how I feel today- that I have been crawling on the ground counting ants about some things, discriminating each their flaws, just to be hit with the startling realization that I have access to all I could possibly need if I can just crack myself open a little deeper. To me, the fallen table symbolizes deep trust and the opportunity for grace if I can be awake enough. It seems more powerful than any fear, and much stronger and more resilient than mere courage. Like sacrafice made bearable by immense, immeasurable love.
My struggle today is with fear. Not the kind of paralyzing fear that keeps me from taking risks or adventuring my way through life. But the quieter, creeping sort that feels like something else in the moment. Sometimes it feels of loneliness- that no one can face the tasks ahead but me. It seems, for the moment, that I have lost my way to the well which fills me up, not just with courage, but the love I need to get through it all.
It reminds me of the holy grail, in some ways. I feel lured to encounter a whole new adventure in seeing, if I can stand the feeling of being in an unknown wood, that is.
