Spring
For anyone who thinks this is familiar, it used to be part of a set of stories I had, but it is now edited and posted separately.
Lyrics from Steven Curtis Chapman's Remembering You
Disclaimer: If I owned Narnia I would not have let Disney ruin Peter in Prince Caspian. Therefore, I obviously don't own anything.
Lucy looked up at the great hole that was the train station entrance. She was going away to boarding school for the first time and was naturally scared. Taking Susan's offered hand, she drew on memories of Narnia to give her strength...
Chapter One: All That Was Forgotten...
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I found You in the most unlikely way
But really it was You who found me
And I found myself in the gifts that You gave
You gave me so much and I
I wish You could stay but I'll,
I'll wait for the day
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It is amazing how things can just sneak up on you, is it not? For example, I have a history quiz tomorrow and it just sort of snuck up on me. But the time I am thinking of right now was not about school, it was about Narnia.
It all began one wintry day when I was walking home from school. Usually during the winter I take the long way around the park, staying on the streets that have been cleared of snow. However that day the clouds were looking ominous and I did not want to risk getting caught in a storm. Maybe there was something else guiding me, though I will never know for sure I like to think there was another reason I felt like I needed to cut through the park that day. Perhaps Aslan knew I needed a little reminder.
It was not that Narnia snuck up on me so much that the, not forgetting, but lack of remembering snuck up on me. As I walked through the park, my hands buried in my pockets and my scarf well up over my nose to ward off the biting cold, I silently cursed all cold weather and wondered if I could talk Mum into moving to the Caribbean. I was shaken from my reverie when I walked past one of the hundreds of benches in the park and I noticed the statue behind it. It was a fairly standard lion statue that I had seen hundreds of times, both this one and others scattered across the city. But for some reason today it reminded me of Him and I realized that I was not remembering all of my life in Narnia. Here I was complaining about how cold I was and somehow forgetting how wonderful winter could be if one looked at it the right way. So I paused, sitting on the bench, gazing at the statue and remembering the good times of winters past, both in England and Narnia.
After a moment I picked myself up, my hope that spring will come is stronger than ever. After a final glance at the statue I stand and continue my walk, only now I was looking around at the wintry beauty, and thanking Him who created it.
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And I watch as the cold winter melts into spring
And I'll be remembering You
Oh and I'll smell the flowers and hear the birds sing
and I'll be remembering You,
I'll be remembering You
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