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Every time that I see this stained glass window, I think of Cair Paravel, the shining white castle on the sea!
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Imagine…
Lucy falls out of the wardrobe and just sobs. She can feel it, that it won’t open back up. Everyone they loved is on the other side of a wall, but there’s no way around it. She hugs her knees to her chest and wishes she was anywhere else. She is grieving.
Susan steps into the Spare Room and immediately feels sick. Her body doesn’t fit right anymore. Her legs are too short and her head is so light because her hair is gone. She gives dry sobs and scratches at her skin. It’s like putting on a shoe that’s too tight or a dress that’s too short; she feels both tied down and exposed but she has no idea how to fix it. She is in pain.
Peter takes one step out before he runs back in. He rams the back of the wardrobe with his shoulder over and over and over again, until hot frustrated tears stream down his cheeks because he cannot be a boy again, he can’t. There’s no strength in his body anymore, but when the wood starts to creak he gives up. He slides down the wall in defeat and reaches to tug on a beard that isn’t there, to rub a scar that’s melted into his skin. He is defeated.
Edmund stumbles onto the floor and just heaves a great sigh. He did not want this, nor did he expect it, but he should have. He does not weep, he does not tear at his skin, he does not force his way back home. He simply stands up, and thanks Aslan for the second chance at life, even if he does not want it. Edmund is not happy to be back in England; his heart is, in fact, cleaved in two. But he knows the power of plans that are not his own. He is hopeful.
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Digory Kirke in The Lion The Witch and The Wardrobe (2005) makes me incredibly sad. Watching him snap to attention when Susan mentions that Lucy found Narnia in the upstairs Wardrobe. The way he starts to ply them with questions before realizing they don't believe her. His quiet sadness at the end of the movie when he tells Lucy that they can't get in through the Wardrobe. It's so clear that this is the Digory Kirke that went through the pools and saw the birth of Narnia, who couldn't bear to turn into firewood the only remaining physical reminder of the time he had there. They tied this version of the story so clearly to The Magician's Nephew, and it makes the small interactions between Professor Kirke and the Pevensies so meaningful but so incredibly sad.
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Forgiving versus Excusing
So, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the difference between forgiving sin and excusing sin, and how God forgives us but doesn’t excuse our sin. Excusing sin is brushing it under the rug, pretending it didn’t happen or isn’t a problem; it doesn’t confront sin or require any kind of accountability. It doesn’t make the sinner a better person in the future or provide a way for them to grow. Forgiveness, on the other hand, actually deals with the sin and demands accountability and consequence. It offers growth and change and improvement, a chance to leave the sin and be more like Christ. God forgives but doesn’t excuse our sins; we have to do the same for ourselves and for others.
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something something to the great western woods i give you king edmund the just. the woods are deep and dark and the trees are so old that the size of them blots out the sun. the forest floor is dark and cool even in the height of summer under the worst of the sun's heat. something dies. something eats. something is born.
in the west lie narnia's lungs.
something something the telmarines gut the woods for lumber. until the forest floor dries up and the sun reaches burrows and nests and birthing sites. until the earth is spotless and the animals call to each other no longer. until venturing into narnian woods is no more than strolling into the carefully curated strip of trees by the castle.
until she breathes no longer.
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vulnerability is like so hard, if I told you anything sappy please know that I had a hand to hand combat with seven layers of embarrassment and repression
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pray about it. your mood swings, your temper, your ego, your insecurities, your mindset, your self-love, your emotional state, your environment, your relationships, your lack of motivation, your lack of execution, your attraction to bad people. give God every piece of you and every vessel. pray about it all. power of prayer is indescribable.
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being in your early 20s is crazy bc there’s people who are literally married and people who’ve never even dated and people who are trapped in their childhood bedrooms waiting to get out and people who are trying to live out romanticized dream lives and people who are completely on their own and people with multi tiered support systems and we’re all supposedly peers and none of us think we’re doing it right at all
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I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.
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J.R.R. Tolkien, The Silmarillion: At the beginning of the world there were two trees, one silver and one gold, brought forth by the song of Yavanna, Valar of Earth, and the tears of Nienna, Valar of Mercy.
C.S. Lewis, The Magician's Nephew: At the beginning of the world there were two trees, one silver and one gold, because some coins fell out of a guy's pocket lol
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i hope you remember it’s very human and normal to crave affection, human interaction, attention and love. you’re not “too needy” or “too sensitive” for wanting to have your emotional and social needs met accordingly. 
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Not that I know anything, but the more I think about it, the more I begin to believe that "man as the head of the household" stuff isn't meant to be about "women should be docile and obey their husbands" but rather about making men stand up and take some dang responsibility. Because it is so easy for households to be run completely by women. Speaking on a purely biological level, the man isn't necessary after the moment of conception. A woman births a child and feeds it with her body, and thus it makes sense for her to be the caretaker who stays closest. A boy can live his childhood knowing a woman as "the one who takes care of me."
It would be so easy for the boy to stay in that child's role as a husband--let the wife take care of the kids and take care of him while she's at it. Just transferring from one mother to another. But that puts all the burden of the entire family on the woman, with no one to help her, which is ridiculously unfair.
Telling the man that he's head of the household is like saying, "She is not here to take care of you. You are here to take care of her. It is your responsibility to make sure that this woman and all your children are happy, healthy, safe, and loved." Putting him in charge is saying "It's your fault if things go wrong." It's telling him to take up that role as caretaker, rather than slacking off. It's not saying he's better than everyone else. It's laying down rules so he actually has to worry about someone besides himself. And I know that's very simplistic, but I think there could be something to the thought.
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Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts
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God’s timing, not mine.
God’s will, not mine.
God’s plan, not mine. 
God’s glory, not mine.
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btw I am if nothing else a Spiderwick Chronicles kid at heart. if you show me British/Celtic folklore in a semi-modernized setting, I will go insane. it's my roots
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u can pry my Special Capitalizations and random periods for like. dramatic effect away from my cold dead hands
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