I woke up this morning with a terrible sadness (that stands apart from me having to be off Facebook for a month).
There are days when things feel extra broken, and while there seem to be people and resources enough for Something Good to happen, it also honestly feels like we have grown far too used to the little pods that trap us in funny orbits.
“the tension’s right here
between who you are and who you could be
between how it is and how it should be”
– Switchfoot, Dare You To Move
“And the Witch tempted you to do another thing, my son, did she not?”
“Yes, Aslan. She wanted me to take an apple home to Mother.”
“Understand, then, that it would have healed her; but not to your joy or hers. The day would have come when both you and she would have looked back and said it would have been better to die in that illness.”
And Digory could say nothing, for tears choked him and he gave up all hopes of saving his Mother’s life; but at the same time he knew that the Lion knew what would have happened, and that there might be things more terrible even than losing someone you love by death. But now Aslan was speaking again, almost in a whisper:
“That is what would have happened, child, with a stolen apple. It is not what will happen now. What I give you now will bring joy. It will not, in your world, give endless life, but it will heal. Go. Pluck her an apple from the Tree.”
For a second Digory could hardly understand. It was as if the whole world had turned inside out and upside down.
“everything it changed overnight
this dying world, you brought it back to life
and deep inside i felt things shifting, everything was melting away
you gave us the most beautiful of days”
– Relient K, In Like A Lion