Aslan’s Eyes

I know its Fathers Day, but instead of giving praise to my adored earthly father I will exalt my glorious heavenly One.   This afternoon when we were home for the day, I took a nap. It happens often when I awake my mind goes like a mile a minute and it doesn’t seem to shut up.  This time as I awoke I thought  of the many places I would like to go/explore/observe and things I would like to see. I thought of being closer to my Savior because I sometimes doubt  my salvation. Before we got home, my mom read to us from a book by Joe Rigney called Live Like A Narnian, so that was in my mind also. I was thinking of how I was tired of living like every day is a struggle and just wanting to go home to heaven. I was thinking how I might like to visit a castle or a palace in England and I started crying because I know I will probably never make it to England. I prayed that God would draw me closer and I thought if God could just take me home I could see His palace. My tears turned into sobs at that point. I bit my lip to keep silent and try to stop sobbing. For those who haven’t been to my house, my room is painted like a forest and I have a big Aslan plushy on the ledge above my closet. My eyes rested on his face and particularly his eyes and I imagined I was in Narnia and Aslan was standing over me, gazing intently into my eyes and I was perfectly still. In that moment I didn’t care whether he would bite my head off, just knowing Aslan or my God was right there above me and I was still, calm in the knowledge that I was His. I stopped sobbing and lay there staring into his face for the longest time and I was at peace.  Thank God He is always there and I am His!