“This is the land of Narnia,” said the Faun, “where we are now;
all that lies between the lamp-post and the great castle of
Cair Paravel on the eastern sea.”
all that lies between the lamp-post and the great castle of
Cair Paravel on the eastern sea.”
- Chapter 2 where Lucy meets Mr. Tumnus
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
Here I sit writing my first blog. How I got to this place is what I want to write about. You see, I live between the laundry and the lamppost. For me laundry represents all that is mundane in life - those things I have to do. They are not necessarily bad things, just not my favorite things. The lamppost represents all I desire for life including what I aspire to do and become - basically the things I want to do.
If you are familiar with The Chronicles of Narnia, the lamppost was the starting point into the wonderful world that was Narnia for the Pevensie children: Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. In Narnia they were in close contact with Aslan (the Christ-figure), they were kings and queens ruling a loving populace, they were fulfilling a destiny prophesied about and eagerly awaited by all Narnians. It was paradise, or almost anyway.
Let me back up even further. I have been in a funk for a few months now - somewhat of a mini-depression. If you know me, that is not like me. I am a "glass is half-full", happy kind of girl, and it's taken me awhile to put my finger on just what the problem was. After lots of prayer, soul-searching, fasting and long talks with trusted confidants, God revealed to me what was going on in the deepest parts of my heart. I live between the laundry and the lamppost and in recent months - years even - it's been ALOT more laundry than lamppost. That's been my struggle.
Blogging is just one way I hope to add a little more of the lamppost to my life: more reflection, intentionality and introspection. Those are some of the things that have gotten lost in my life amid constant diaper changes (two in diapers will do that!), seemingly endless meal preparations (21 meals a week for five people equals a total of 105 plates of food per week), nursing babies and sibling rivalry -i.e., the laundry of life.
If I am to be the help-mate to my husband God calls me to be, I need to spend more time under the glow of the lamppost. If I am to be a disciple-maker of my children, I need to spend more time under the glow of the lamppost. If I am to educate them, leading them to truth and wisdom I definitely need to spend more time under the glow of the lamppost. And if I am to grow into the image of my Savior, I will spend more time under the glow of the lamppost.
If you can relate, join me for the journey.
If you are familiar with The Chronicles of Narnia, the lamppost was the starting point into the wonderful world that was Narnia for the Pevensie children: Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy. In Narnia they were in close contact with Aslan (the Christ-figure), they were kings and queens ruling a loving populace, they were fulfilling a destiny prophesied about and eagerly awaited by all Narnians. It was paradise, or almost anyway.
Let me back up even further. I have been in a funk for a few months now - somewhat of a mini-depression. If you know me, that is not like me. I am a "glass is half-full", happy kind of girl, and it's taken me awhile to put my finger on just what the problem was. After lots of prayer, soul-searching, fasting and long talks with trusted confidants, God revealed to me what was going on in the deepest parts of my heart. I live between the laundry and the lamppost and in recent months - years even - it's been ALOT more laundry than lamppost. That's been my struggle.
Blogging is just one way I hope to add a little more of the lamppost to my life: more reflection, intentionality and introspection. Those are some of the things that have gotten lost in my life amid constant diaper changes (two in diapers will do that!), seemingly endless meal preparations (21 meals a week for five people equals a total of 105 plates of food per week), nursing babies and sibling rivalry -i.e., the laundry of life.
If I am to be the help-mate to my husband God calls me to be, I need to spend more time under the glow of the lamppost. If I am to be a disciple-maker of my children, I need to spend more time under the glow of the lamppost. If I am to educate them, leading them to truth and wisdom I definitely need to spend more time under the glow of the lamppost. And if I am to grow into the image of my Savior, I will spend more time under the glow of the lamppost.
If you can relate, join me for the journey.
