His Other Name
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Lucy
Lucy sighed. Aslan had sent them back to this world for the last time. She now knew how Peter and Susan had felt on their last time. She felt all alone. She felt deserted. She felt useless. Without the Lion, her life had no meaning. "I can't find it, Aslan! Why did you leave me here? I thought You loved us. If You do, please, help me find Your other Name. I need You." She didn't expect to hear His voice. She was right. She also didn't expect to stop in front of her family's church. She did. Lucy decided to go in. She was alone in the church, she discovered after easing the door open. She took a seat as she thought about the memories of Aslan she had. She started with the most recent ones, then worked her way back until she was at the Stone Table again in her mind. As she pictured again the Witch with her knife, she noticed the stained glass window of Jesus on the cross. She slowly rose and moved to look at it closer. As she did, she remembered the story in the Bible of how Jesus had died so that sinners could go free. It was amazing! She could barely move, could barely whisper, "I've found Him."
