Beyond Your Wildest Dreams—Narnia

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IT IS TIME!

“Peter, do you really think it could work?” wondered Lucy aloud.

“I certainly don’t see how it could hurt to try!” asserted the serious and hopeful older man. His boyish frolicking had long since passed, but the ingenuity and breadth of creativity had only increased with time in this former High King of Narnia.

“I’m entirely willing to get involved if it could even possibly set Susan straight!” declared the middle-aged, polished and orderly figure beside Lucy.

Lucy turned and glanced from Peter on her left to Edmund on her right, marveling at the men they had become after encountering and following Aslan from that day until this one. It was quite amazing what changes Aslan could bring about in every person who yielded himself to this most Masterful, Powerful King. Knowing this, they had worked unceasingly for a worthy plan.

The group was gathered at the site of the Stone Table. It was a place of intense personal significance for Edmund, but of equally personal meaning for each one present. None could ever forget their own ongoing experiences of Aslan’s forgiveness and of how He willingly took the punishment that they each deserved for their own transgressions against all that is Pure and True and Right. But for Edmund, the events of the Stone Table had provoked his awakening to his evilness and Aslan’s utter Goodness. Therefore, it was very purposeful that they were sitting here, in this very spot, to discuss a matter of the utmost concern to them all.

All of Narnia had mourned when Susan chose to forget this Kingdom, and they suffered on her behalf for the disease and poverty she was choosing to be infested by. They were all quite certain that there was the bewitching of lies believed that kept her forgetful of the wonders of her time with Aslan in Narnia and instead had her so desperately focused on the images of the shadow world that she was destructively pursuing. Not a day passed that all True Narnians didn’t search for ideas about how to rescue Susan from the evil spell that was binding and destroying her, and in the process hurting their beloved Aslan so deeply.

“To make matters all the worse, she crushes Aslan’s heart by refusing to teach her children about Narnia and instead teaching them to blend with the world around them,” declared Edmund, knowingly. “You know how He loves children, how He delights in their potential if they will only look for Him.”

“Lou, have you found some children suitable for us to involve?” queried Peter.

“I do believe I have!” smiled Lucy.

“Shall I tell the others that it’s time?” begged Edmund, wearing the excitement of them all on his now wrinkled but glistening face.

“It is time!” pronounced Peter, in the fashion of a former and well-practiced High King.

Edmund was off as though he were again but a boy, nearly flying across the meadow and then through the forest until he reached his destination. Within, there were a dozen figures poring over maps of trails and unfamiliar byways, maps made especially for this very purpose, maps not available to anyone of questionable loyalties.

“He says it’s time!” burst forth Edmund, in between heavy breaths.

“Then surely it is the time to begin,” affirmed the royal and youthful looking lad in the center chair. “There is no word I trust greater than Peter’s, excepting Aslan Himself, if ever they were to differ”.

It was Edmund who first began to bow before this man, but the other lad quite closely followed with a bow of his own returned to Edmund. It was the exchange of bows between kings. It was the bow of a former king to a present king, a bow which represented their commonality of heart and purpose in all that matters in life. It was also the bow which is immediately followed by a look of mutual respect, an embrace which says, “Welcome, my Kinsman,” and an offering to each other of the seat of honor. Quite a time they always had, these two, trying to get the other into the greatest place! Ah, but there was never much time for it, and Edmund always convinced Andronicus he ought to sit where his current appointment required. Andronicus yielded out of respect, but never because he wanted the seat of honor, for he would gladly have handed over both the honor and the responsibility to those he trusted. Nevertheless, they got quickly back to the task before them. This and more was what made Andronicus such a good and worthy king for Aslan’s Kingdom of Narnia.

“Peter says it is time, and so that means the children must have been located?” said Andronicus, returning to the reason for Edmund’s visit.

“Yes, Ronny,” for this was the way in which the former kings and queen affectionately referred to the present king, but only when the setting allowed for such familiarity, “the children are being observed as we speak, and the time of their arrival draws near,” informed Edmund.

At the same moment, Peter and Lucy approached the observation deck, the window from Narnia into the shadow world, where on a few occasions there was reason to observe the actions of those in the shadows. The observation deck, perched up in an unusually large oak tree, was essentially the genius of Andronicus in his younger years. It was most similar to a tree house that any young boys would design and build with all the details important to their youth. It had a trap door hidden in its floor, which could only be opened by knowing the location of the secret handle in the trunk of the tree. After the door opened, it dropped a rope ladder that had to be climbed to enter and reach the observing floor. Once inside, there was a full array of beanbag chairs, so deep and soft that you practically disappeared into them when you sat. Most importantly was the glass window which spanned the full breadth of a wall of the tree house. It was made of Narnian glass and as such, had the quality of becoming transparent or clouded, inward or outward viewing or both, or whatever other option that the viewers chose it to have at the time. For this purpose, it had been programmed to allow the viewers to see into the realm of the humans who lived in finite time and space, in the created world.

“Well Lou, I don’t suppose I’ll be climbing that rope ladder any more often than I have to! Whew! Perhaps Ronny will install an elevator for those of us who are more fully ripened by years,” gasped Peter as they reached the bean bag chairs where he sank into the nearest, which was a manly shade of teal. Lucy laughed hysterically at the sight of her proper older brother sunken into a bag that sprawled his lanky knees up in the air above his gray and balding head.

“Yes, I suppose it would be appropriate for a mature visitors’ entrance to be installed,” added Lucy, ever so playfully.

“Now then, let’s see these children!” urged the former high king of Narnia.

ENTRANCE INTO NARNIA

“Ambush! Run, Mitchel!” the warning was thrust into the air with the usual energy of the speaker. The boys scrambled to dodge the water balloons being heaved at them relentlessly. Their escape was mostly successful, but the surprise of the attack had at least gotten them damp and startled enough to flee, followed by the high-pitched squeals of the two in pursuit. There was one detail that Bekah and Molly had planned that the boys hadn’t taken into account. The attack had come upon them in the fort from the north with the intent of driving them eastward, straight towards the creek. Suddenly Jesse and Mitchel found themselves cornered, with the girls quickly closing in on them with their water balloons, and the creek blocking their getaway path. In truth, it was merely presenting the perfect opportunity for Jesse and Mitchel to jump directly into the creek, which they would have been glad to do, but before they could, something quite unexpected happened.

It was an uncommonly clumsy series of mishaps that occured. Just as Bekah jumped over the fallen tree between her and the boys, she grabbed Molly’s hand, while Mitchel slipped on the bank of the creek and Jesse reached to grab his arm and pull him back up, so that when Bekah landed on Jesse’s foot, they were all somehow in contact with each other, all connected. At that precise moment, a doorway appeared, just hanging there in the air above the creek, so that when the momentum of Bekah flying over the log with Molly in tow, piled onto Jesse’s foot while he was leaning over the edge of the bank to steady Mitchel—well, you can imagine what it all looked like and what happened next! The entire bundle of the four of them tumbled straight through the mysterious doorway and landed in a heap on the other side, in a place unfamiliar to all of them, yet not quite as unfamiliar as they first thought it to be.

In another place far away, there was another adventure astir. In this case, it was two who were about to take their first leap off a cliff. This was the first hang gliding lesson for Nereus and Damaris, and they were appropriately sober about it. As the protective older brother, Nereus asked if they could use a two-man glider as it gave him the idea that he could possibly keep his sister, Damaris, safe. The instructor had arranged for it, and so they set off, side-by-side, these two children of Susan, once queen and friend of Narnia. Suddenly, they were caught up into a pocket of wind which redirected them to the south, straight into an invisible doorway. Once through the doorway, they were shocked to be gliding into an unknown land. Quite abrubtly, the air ceased to move and set them gently onto the ground beside a pile-up of bewildered children, with facial expressions quite like their own.

“What is that?” asked Mitchel, who is always likely to ask a question about anything. All the children stared silently at the creature in front of them. Strangely, the animal neither ran away nor charged in attack. It just looked at them with steady and calm eyes, watching and waiting. Finally, the large, green animal spoke, causing Molly to nearly faint and the others to lose their ability to form words aloud.

“Follow me, young ‘uns,” it said.

The children did manage to regain their voices and encouraged each other to do as it said. Mitchel, whispering that he thought their travel guide was a crocodile, was utterly delighted, but keeping a safe distance nonetheless. It was, in fact, difficult to tell precisely what kind of a creature it was. It did look remarkably like all the pictures they had seen so repeatedly in Mitchel’s books of crocodiles, and Nereus and Damaris seemed to be familiar with it, too. However, this creature didn’t have the sharp, fierce eyes of the crocodiles in books, and, besides that, it walked on its hind legs and talked in a human-sounding voice!

“Are you a crocodile?” Bekah finally asked.

“Ah, yes, a crocodile I am. But not to worry, dearies. I am nothing of the sort you children have heard about. Oh, I shudder to think that creatures could find such pleasure in frightening small ones such as you! Oh, the nasty beasts—they ought to be properly adjusted, I say. Now, then, you won’t be finding any crocodiles of threat to you here. They’ve all been banished by Aslan for their cruelty to children. He has no tolerance for such a thing. Oh, you should have seen Him growling on the day they were all sent away! What a Magnificent sight it was, I tell you. Nothing in any world like it—Aslan protecting those in His care.”

Jesse had been containing himself, but finally burst out, “Are we in Narnia?”

“But of course. Where else could this be?” answered the crocodile patiently.

“Narnia?!” yelped Mitchel, while the others’ eyes widened.

“Well, it’s just that we’ve never been here before,” explained Bekah. “Actually, we wouldn’t have known how to get here if we wanted to, since all the books we read never seemed to explain how to just come when you wanted to. It always seemed like you had to be called somehow by those who were there.”

“Ah, quite right you are,” the green, but friendly, creature agreed. “This is a Place which you must be beckoned to enter, and it is also a Place which you must Believe in to stay.”

Meanwhile, Nereus and Damaris had neither spoken a word nor managed to even close their mouths. You see, they had never heard nor read about Narnia, and so all of this was completely new to them, and they hadn’t yet found a way to realize it was actually happening.

“Nereus, are we awake? This must be a dream—animals don’t talk! But I’ve never had a dream feel like it was larger than our normal world. Usually my dreams are less, but this seems like something much greater!” puzzled Damaris aloud.

“Oh, Damaris, I wish I could be sure! I’ve never had a dream like this before, and surely I’ve never heard a crocodile speak!” replied Nereus, uncertainly. “Mr. Crocodile, would you tell us your name, please? And if you please, are we dreaming?”

“Oh, my dear lad, this is by no means a dream, unless, of course, you mean that which will reveal to you wonders beyond your furthest wanderings of imagination!” responded the crocodile, who had been watching for the response of these two to their arrival in an utterly foreign land. He recognized their inability to make sense of this place, and so he immediately sought to set them at ease. “My name is Thistletoff, and I will take you to those who have been waiting for you and know what next to do.”

WHY YOU ARE HERE

As Thistletoff led the way along a trail, he told the children that the place where they had all landed was called Discovery Meadow and that they were now going to the Forest of Goodwill. The children were relieved to hear such warm sounding descriptions, but still followed along somewhat uncertainly, bursting with questions they wanted to ask. Finally, it was the youngest who cut into their silent march.

“Are there cars here, Thistletoff?” asked a concerned Mitchel. “Or maybe SUV’s or monster trucks or something? Actually, just anything with wheels, I guess.”

Thistletoff guffawed loudly and finally caught his breath to reply, “We were all warned about this penchant of yours, and just in time for your arrival, the king has ordered a car to be built especially for you! You will find him to be a most kind and generous king, much in the likeness of The Great King of us all.”

An entirely unfeigned “Whoa!” exploded from Mitchel’s lips as he heard this. His appreciation for this extravagance was quite clear, and Thistletoff knew this would please Aslan.

The trail then led them into a clearing near a short waterfall that made a spectacular sound as the water rhythmically hit the rocks below. “This is Symphony Falls, quite a favorite retreat of mine,” said Thistletoff, closing his eyes and tipping his head back for a few moments to soak in the sounds and smells. Further along the trail and deeper into the forest, the children followed Thistletoff into the darkness of a cave opening. “Careful as you come through the entrance—you have to duck down a bit to not bash your head, or at least I do,” warned the tall crocodile. Quite soon they heard another voice booming from out of the depths of the space ahead of them.

“Who’s out there in the hallway? Be ye a friend or foe?” required a firm and solid voice.

“Greetings, Maharai,” answered Thistletoff without flinching, “I have brought the children you’ve been awaiting.”

“Well, so you have,” answered the most massive bear that the children had ever seen. Jesse stared, Molly, Bekah, and Damaris tried to stand behind Thistletoff, though he wasn’t quite thick enough, Nereus looked for an escape exit, and Mitchel, who was now dancing about like a prancing pony, said he needed to use the restroom. Maharai laughed a grizzly laugh and pointed down the hallway, clearly enjoying the childish antics of these who had been beckoned, though they did not yet know why.

After being treated to what Thistletoff called proper refreshments—it had been chocolate covered gummy worms and chocolate milk—the bear, the crocodile, and the very curious children sat in a circle facing each other beside a comforting fire. All around the room each face grew serious and alert, as the question that was sitting on the very edge of each child’s lips finally burst forth from all mouths simultaneously.

“Why were we summoned to Narnia, Maharai?”

“Ah, yes, I am glad to see that you are looking for a reason to be here other than your own entertainment. My dears, there has been a story foretelling a time when human children with soft hearts would come to learn our ways and do their part to help us restore the wholeness of the original four kings and queens and advance the transformation of Narnia into her long-awaited glory. It has been by the decree of Aslan Himself that we have had to wait for you to be here with us before these things could come to pass—not because of who you are yet, but because of who He wants you to become, with Him and us. Your time here is only meant to be part of your Becoming. Will you care about the things you must learn?” probed the strong voice and penetrating eyes of Maharai.

The children all sat up straight, looked directly at the noble bear, and replied clearly, “Yes, Maharai, we will!”

They were told all the stories about how Narnia was created, and how there had always been enemies trying to destroy the peace and safety and unity of the Narnians. They heard of all the talking creatures of Aslan’s land, and how dearly they each loved their King. Finally, Maharai motioned for them to lean in closer, and began to talk about the present matters concerning his beloved land.

“It is time we told you about the current battle in Narnia. As I’m sure you know, peace does not come without a fight. It’s by resisting the evil that lurks and longs to destroy that we have maintained our existence in Narnia as Aslan designed it to be. In the future, there will come a time, promised by Aslan, when all Narnians will unite to destroy the reign of this evil forever. Presently, there are evil forces and creatures serving these forces that we must be on our guards against. The key, as Aslan has taught us, is to trust Him always and to stay together in our hearts, for in that Place, no evil can do its usual work.” The children now recalled the story they had been told about the angel of light who had chosen darkness because he would not bow to the Creator, and how this fallen angel had been the beginning of lies and hatred and murder and all things evil and destructive.

“Maharai, is someone going to hurt us?” whispered Molly, looking slightly more pale than usual.

“Aslan will never allow it, as long as you trust Him, as I said. And do you remember the other part of the key, little one?” asked the steady voice ever so gently.

“We must stay together in our hearts,” answered Molly, sounding a little stronger and looking a little less pale.

“We have discovered that one of the offspring of the ancient white witch, a descendant called Bishlam, is behind the bewitching of one of our former queens. In the period of our history which was a time of peace and prosperity for all Narnians, there were four human children who served as kings and queens for Narnia. They were appointed by Aslan after they had voluntarily demonstrated the devotion of their hearts to Him and the creatures of His Kingdom. However, over time, the lives of the four high kings and queens have not all remained loyal to Narnia and to Aslan. One of the queens was lured away by the world and its lies and unfulfilled promises. It has become a source of great heartache to the people of Narnia, who remember her so fondly as the kind and compassionate queen that she once was.” Maharai was careful to leave out the name of this queen, and glanced at Thistletoff to say with his eyes that the time for details would come later.

“It is our great hope that we can rekindle within this former queen the flame of love for Aslan and His Land and His People which at present lies nearly snuffed out. She is still the bearer of His flame, though at present it is being violently smothered. Yet despite the quenching, the flame is intact and can be rekindled, and this is our hope,” declared Thistletoff confidently. “But first we must ask you, are you willing to be involved in this task? Can you play your parts in this hope as they befall you to be played? Will you stick together in your hearts so that Narnia can again celebrate when we see our former queen restored to her love with Aslan?”

The children each looked into Thistletoff’s and then Maharai’s eyes with great focus and energy and declared, in turn, that they would with all their hearts be at the service of Aslan and Narnia for this and any other job to be done. Maharai, Thistletoff, Molly, Bekah, Mitchel, Damaris, Jesse and Nereus put their hands together like a team in a huddle and proclaimed heartily, “For Aslan and Narnia!” and outside, over the mountains and carried on the wind, was heard the majestic and full-hearted roar of a singularly great and mighty Lion announcing His joy.

HOW CAN WE HELP?

“So, Maharai, how exactly can we help?” puzzled Nereus aloud. “We’re just children, and we’ve only just learned about your land.”

“Your first assignment, my child, is to travel across the land of Narnia with specially chosen travel guides, so that you may learn of this Kingdom,” answered Maharai simply. “For now, you must focus on learning all that you can about this country, its people, and its King.”

So it was that the next order of business was to prepare packs for the children for many days of travel. They were told they would be escorted by guides, and equipped with pack animals to carry the loads. Mitchel found it a good time to bring up the matter of the car previously mentioned, but he learned that it was meant to be unveiled at the time of Andronicus’ choosing. For now, they would learn the Narnian way of travel by animal, by wagon, by foot.

What they didn’t know was what kind of pack animals and guides they would be traveling with. It wouldn’t have helped if they had been told in advance, which was why Thistletoff hadn’t told them. There was no way to comprehend these creatures without seeing them.

“Now what in Narnia is that?” squeaked the children.

“That is Monty. Isn’t he quite well-suited for the task of packable guide?” responded Thistletoff, not really answering the question.

“Thistletoff, what is he?!” begged the children, “Don’t tell us he talks, too!”

“Well, then, I won’t tell you. Why don’t you ask him yourselves!” replied the playful crocodile.

Before the children stood a four-legged creature with legs like a rhino, fur like a poodle, and eyes like a basset hound. He was roughly the size of a horse, only much shorter due to the build of his legs. However, he looked as sturdy as an ox, and half the bags were loaded on this one creature alone. Suddenly another trotted up, so that the remaining packs were loaded onto its back.

“Say there, you…um… creature,” began Nereus uncertainly, “do you talk?”

“Most certainly I do! How could I properly guide you children through the wilds of Narnia without being able to talk to you?” answered the one who had been introduced as Monty. “And this is Judy. She appreciates being treated like a lady,” Monty said, waving his leg hoof thing at the other similar creature.

“What are you and Judy?” asked Damaris, timidly.

“We are of the gimblefluffs, my dear. Quite rare animals, I might add. Especially the talking sort!” replied Monty in dramatic tones, taking full advantage of his ability to use words.

“Monty and Judy—what practical names for gimblefluffs,” replied Damaris encouragingly. “Are you trained in methods of defense, should we be attacked or ambushed on our travels?”

“Now, Damaris, I’m sure they are well suited for the task. Why else would they have been appointed to guide us? Really, you’ve got to relax. I feel quite certain that we are being well led,” was Nereus’ response.

“Say, Judy, do you feel up to giving a little demonstration of just one of our particular strengths?” ventured Monty, with a soon-to-be-familiar hint of intrigue in his words.

“Ab-so-lute-ly! Prepare yourself, my feisty, fictitious foe!” yelped Judy.

Judy was no slouch, and seized the advantage of surprise by immediately swiping Monty’s legs, all four of them, out from under him with her remarkably long tail. Monty was far more buoyant than anyone could have predicted, and within one blink, he had righted himself onto his hind legs and did a scissor kick just close enough to blow Judy’s mane straight back, without ever so much as scratching her face. It was clear there was no harm intended in this display. With Monty standing there, legs bent, front legs in fighting position, while Judy was leaning back with her mane perpendicular to the ground, they most closely resembled gimblefluffs in karate class, though there had never been such a thing. Without wasting even one more blink, they both resumed their previous positions of standing on all fours and smiling courteously at the children.

“Well, Damaris, I guess that answers your question, eh?” laughed Thistletoff proudly. All the animals who loved Aslan were fond of admiring the skills He had fashioned in each of them. They found great delight in noticing and encouraging and relying on these specialties and strengths in each other, and this had much to do with their universal well-being and peace, even when danger was near.

THE JOURNEY BEGINS

After loading and being loaded at the old barn referred to as the Treasure Chest, just on the outskirts of the Forest of Goodwill, the children, two gimblefluffs, one crocodile, and one bear set out together towards their first destination. They were given a map which had been designed by friends of Aslan, the masterful wood creatures known as treeplugs. They were no bigger than caterpillars and lived within the bark of the forest trees. They knew the topography of Narnia with unmatched precision, constantly adapting the records to the ongoing changes of the seasons, tides and developments. The map was ingeniously woven of treeplug silk, making it both waterproof and tearproof. It was painted by foot of the treeplugs themselves, using the ink of the feathernut tree, which resists both fire and water. Judy was appointed the official carrier of the map, and it was first studied together by all the travelers, and then packed tenderly into the left knapsack of her bags.

The first destination was Trinity Peak, which was the highest point in all of Narnia. As they walked, Maharai told the children the names of the flowers and trees, grouped by genus and species, except that every so often he introduced one by a person’s name and the plant spoke in return. He laughed when it stumped the children’s minds, saying that “it is a funny thing about Aslan. Getting to know Him does mean understanding more about what He’s like and what matters to Him, but it never means He can’t surprise you anymore!”

Finally, there was a point in their walking when they all realized that the air was becoming cooler and the plants and trees were different. After some strenuous climbing for a substantial time, they were all called to attention by the eager trumpeting of Molly’s horn. The call begged them to rush, and they all did. The next thing they all faced was a seemingly infinite expanse of color spreading before them further than they could see. Soon, Bekah said aloud what they were each wondering in their minds. “Why is everything so very green?”

Thistletoff breathed deeply, with his head tipped back at the sky, eyes closed, and nostrils flared in what the children came to interpret as his posture of supreme confidence and pride. In the meantime, it was Maharai who finally spoke. “It’s the quality of the soil in Narnia that makes all living things which are rooted here reach their absolute potential. No diseases or crawling things or droughts can ever destroy here as they do elsewhere. Aslan’s soil is perfect, by design, and by His ever watchful involvement which maintains the perfect conditions for growth year-round, even in winter! Did you ever imagine there was a productive purpose to winter?” Maharai winked at his question. “What trust is required to believe in the good things happening out of sight under cold, frozen surfaces, eh? Yet, when spring emerges, the evidence of it all is displayed like a glorious unveiling. Keep this stored in your hearts, children. Aslan’s lessons come in many different forms.”

ANOTHER PEEK INTO THE SHADOWS

“How are things going for the children, Peter?” questioned Andronicus intently.

“The reports from our posted watchmen are all positive. They seem to be flourishing under the tutelage of Thistletoff and Maharai, as well as the companionship of Monty and Judy. As their hearts are expanding under Aslan’s penetrating sun and the sound instruction of their guides, they’re also being grafted into each other’s hearts as well. Aslan’s ways always surpass even my broadest hopes,” finished Peter, shaking his head in amazement, and not for the first time in his life.

“What about our next visitor? How goes it with the preparations?” asked Andronicus further.

“Well, let’s have a look.” So Peter and Ronny were off to the observation deck to initiate another retrieval from the world of shadows. Peter, not a man to waste time or words, used the time in transit to describe a potential second entrance to the tree house, an access via elevator, and Ronny, not a man to wait on convenience for advancement of the quality of life, immediately summoned a courier to give the assignment to a worthy carpenter. Soon, they were viewing the actions and circumstances of an agitated and restless woman who was clearly unable to help even herself. They were joined by Edmund, Lucy, Eustace, Caspian, and all the humans who had been in Narnia with Susan.

“My life is such a mess! I got fired today after being late to work for the fourth time this month, and I already had bills I couldn’t pay when I still had a paycheck. The children are spending all day at school and then with a neighbor while I work, so I almost never see them. How could I have done so badly with such simple things as children and jobs? This is normal, everyday, world-wide, cross-cultural stuff. People all over the planet with less to work with than I have are doing a better job handling these things! There isn’t a single soul I can talk to here who even slightly understands me. How will I ever get my life straightened out?” wailed the distraught woman, staring at the children’s pet, a low-keyed black Labrador, as though she expected it to answer her. The lab just howled its typical low note, carried on for about three minutes as if to offer its sympathy, then moped off to the den for a nap.

For the first time since returning to her house that day, Susan glanced up at the mantel as the final rays of that day’s sun were traveling down the wall. Just as she looked up, the warm, evening sunlight caught something on the shelf over the fireplace and made it sparkle at her. “That’s odd,” she mused to herself, being distracted from her woes and going to inspect the source of the sun’s reflection. When she got there and saw the cause of her distraction, she was even further distracted, until her mind was traveling an entirely different road altogether.

“Sparky, how did this get here?” Susan demanded of the groggy and unresponsive dog.

“Who? And why? And how did they know it was mine?” her voice was rising in pitch and increasing in intensity with each new question, as though the answers were hovering at the corners of her mind and awakening her to possibilities and people she had long ago permitted to be drowned out of her conscious thoughts. Only on rare nights when she slept deeply enough to dream, did she face images of Aslan and all His lands and citizens. But now, seeing the necklace He had given her Himself so many years before, the necklace she had sold to a pawnbroker for a down payment on her car, so many images came crashing down on the weak fortress of lies holding captive her enslaved mind against all who had only ever loved and nurtured her in the glorious land of Narnia.

“Narnia!” she spoke the word aloud for the first time in so very, very long. And something inside her reverberated at even just the speaking of it. “Oh, what have I done? What can I do now? I am so confused, and so lost. Something inside my heart is warm and feels alive for the first time in as long as I remember since leaving that wonderful Place, but I have done so much against all that Aslan ever told me. Worst of all, I tried so hard to forget about Him. Now, I hardly recall why I began such a road. This mess that is my life, what can be done?” And as she slumped down into the chair beside the fireplace, returning to her seemingly unsolvable problems, she fastened the emerald necklace around her neck. No sooner had her hands dropped back to her lap, than she found herself whirling in a faintly recognizable way. Her memory was being stirred. As it cleared and settled on an answer, she landed with a gentle plunk into a lush, grassy meadow and leapt to her feet like a child.

“Discovery Meadow!” she exclaimed, and then gave a most improper hoot. The kind she and the others had used as a secret signal in battles years ago. It was considered proper in battle, but most unladylike for just everyday use. Nonetheless, this was no time for containment. “I’m back in Narnia!” she shouted, forgetting for the moment that at times there were enemies afoot and that she knew nothing of the current happenings here in Aslan’s realm.

Fortunately, the entire proceeding had been planned for and was being guarded by the mightiest warriors currently in Aslan’s service. Furthermore, a very special guest had been requested as Susan’s first encounter.

“Why, greetings there, little missy. It’s been a long time since you’ve set foot here, has it not? And the ground is much the richer for your return, I might add,” twinkled the distinct voice of a rather smallish creature nearly overcome by the emotion of the event.

“Edgar? Is that you? It can’t be! You must be Edgar’s grandson. Edgar must be hobbling along on a faun-sized cane by now,” remarked the overjoyed Susan. “Edgar, it was kind of you to come to see me,” said Susan, as she recognized the effort it took for him to walk, and the significance of what was happening began to dawn on her. Edgar smiled the full width of his head, not just his face, as he beamed at the long wayward daughter of Narnia, knowing Aslan’s heart was being restored in the spot she had been shaped to fill. No one could ever calculate how one heart had enough room for every creature He had ever made, but His did, and no other thing could ever fill the space that each one jig-sawed together to complete within. Though at the same time, nobody who knew Aslan had any doubt that there was room enough in His heart for all in the world and more, for the limitless capacities of His single heart had been demonstrated to each in countless times and ways. His heart birthed all the love and bore all the pain in the universe, yet the dominant outpouring of His heart was ever forgiveness to all who asked Him. Such was the state of Aslan’s Being. It was not even a choice He had to make, though if so, He would make it every time. It was rather the expression of what lived in His bottomless heart, longing for each one to find their Home.

ANTICS & ADVENTURES

Nereus and Jesse went flying through the air like a couple of baseballs out of a pitching machine at the batting cages. When they finally hit the ground and rolled into a nearby tree, they were laughing and begging Monty to do it again. It had all begun with a conversation about flying, and as would be expected, the gimblefluffs had a solution to provide the children with their first-ever experience. Judy claimed that the hang-gliding that had brought Nereus and Damaris here didn’t count as they were hanging onto something besides the air, and the others hadn’t gotten any closer than jumping from trees. Next thing they all knew, Monty was setting up some ramp thing on the side of a hill, testing the branches of a tree for flexibility, and doing strange, pretzel-like stretches to loosen himself up. Then, without any verbal warning, Monty sprinted straight up the hill, jumped upon the ramp which carried him straight into the outstretched branch-arms of the tree, (now remember, this is a NARNIAN tree), which bent backward double under the force of his weight and speed, then flung him full-speed, straight into the air!

“Hey! Monty! Can we try?” yelled the children. It was decided that the boys should go first, in case it was to have some adverse effect upon them—that means, in case they were going to wind up with broken bones or bloody noses or something similar, in which case, Judy felt it was important to let the boys try it first, as protectors of the girls. While this was going on, Maharai and Thistletoff sat restfully under another nearby tree. Their mere presence was enough to ensure that nothing utterly mindless or foolish would be attempted, and they preferred to let Monty and Judy be the invigorating host and hostess of Narnia that they were so adept at being.

And so, when Jesse and Nereus together ran up the hill, bounced upon the ramp, flung themselves into the branches, and were thrust into the open air, it was by all means an invigorating experience for them all! After the course was declared safe by the unharmed landings of the older boys, it was time for the girls to have a go at it. They decided that the three of them should have to make the run together, since not a one of them had enough mass alone to get much torque from the tree. By the time they landed, Damaris, Bekah, and Molly had become a very hairy mass of delighted squeals, since their windblown hair had encased them in a web, and, of course, squealing is a necessary part of anything adventurous for girls.

Mitchel was eager to have a chance to fly like the others, but he had observed that with each additional use, the tree’s branches were becoming more and more elastic, making a greater arc backward each time, so he told the others that he should go last since he was the lightest and would be least likely to snap the wood. In addition, he had calculated while sitting with Maharai that the combination of greater arc coupled with a lighter load was going to nearly double the distance of his flight. In the end, they all waited eagerly to see where it was that Mitchel would finally land. It did, in fact, turn out to be double and then some beyond the older boys’ original landing site. What’s more, the greater arc created greater height so that the greatest danger he faced in it all was having to duck to avoid colliding with a slow flying goose heading to the nearby golf course for a round with his buddy. After soaring the length of one football field, ducking to avoid the goose, and stretching to clear the apple tree, Mitchel finally thumped down in a mound of hay in a farmer’s field. It was quite convenient, they all said, and Maharai winked at Thistletoff, who knew that the whole thing would never have been allowed if the exact landing site had not been calculated and confirmed as acceptable by Maharai in advance, though all in the span of slightly less than two minutes, mind you. Having delighted each other with such a hair-raising experience, at least as far as the girls were concerned, they packed up again to resume their walking.

A LONGING FULFILLED

Unexpectedly for Edgar, the thing Susan did next was to sink to the ground with her face displaying the agony she was feeling inside. Shocked, the slight and aged faun moved as quickly as he could to her side, and begged to know if she was ill.

“Edgar, how can I ever face Him?” heaved Susan despairingly.

“Ah, yes. Now I understand. Well now, missy, I reckon I would just do it. Face Him, see Him, talk about it. Dragging it out isn’t gonna get you anywhere, now is it?” replied the experienced and wise old faun.

Susan looked up at Edgar, let his words sink into her heart, and then stood up. After dusting herself off and drying her eyes, she took the faun’s arm and walked with him along the trail. “Do you know where I can find Him then, Edgar?”

“Wherever there is a heart turned towards Him, there He will surely be,” stated Edgar matter-of-factly. Precisely at that moment, there was a rustling in the leaves alongside the trail they trod, and Susan looked over her shoulder to see a Lion, with His mane blowing in the breeze and His eyes sparkling with pleasure. These details were not wasted on her, rather they gave her the courage to step towards Him and meet His eyes with hers, before she fell at His feet and clung to His legs.

“Aslan, I’m so sorry for ignoring You for so long, for avoiding thoughts of You, for neglecting our love and life together, for all that I did do that was selfish, for spending all my life in pursuit of my own pleasure, for participating with evil and lies, and all the sins I committed against You and all who belong to You. Just being here again and touching You is making my mind more clear than it has been for so long.” Edgar watched Susan’s anxious face, knowing all the while that there is not a word or deed anywhere that can deceive Aslan, and that He never mistakes the genuineness of any heart pleading with Him in sincerity on any matter. Though we may be hidden even from ourselves, we are never a mystery to Him who knows us through and through all the days of our lives.

“Arise, my beloved Susan, and come with Me. For the winter is past, and the rain is over and gone. The flowers are springing up, and the time of singing birds has come. Yes, spring is here!” and Aslan extended His scarred paw to her to steady her weakened legs.

“Aslan,” questioned Susan shakily, “what about the mess I have made of my life? What about the damage I’ve done to my children? What about the sins I have made habits of in my friendship with the world?”

“Dear one, I see into your heart and I know that you now hate all that you once partook of so shamelessly. You know the Death borne of allowing yourself to be enticed by the flesh in any form. If you will pursue righteousness, holiness, and love in all purity, you will find the cleansing and renewal your heart now desires so earnestly. Do not forget that I am also The Master Artist who is ever able to restore lost color and enhance damaged shape. What Bishlam intended as black smudge eternally smeared across the canvas of your life, I can work into a magnificent demonstration of My healing power and enduring love, if you will but entrust yourself to Me. What say you, frail one, so fresh from the spell of lies and sin?”

“Wahhooooooo!” shouted Susan, with her arms flung high and wide, like a prisoner set free, celebrating the goodness of her Champion. “Aslan, you are amazing! Yes, here I am, take my whole life, and do with it whatever pleases You,” and she covered her mouth, at a loss for further words.

FACING ENEMIES

The children, gimblefluffs, and companions hadn’t been singing along the trail for more than two miles when Judy suddenly declared that she smelled smoke.

“Which direction is it coming from, Judy? Can you tell? I don’t smell a thing!” said Nereus, searching around them.

“Yea, I don’t smell it either,” agreed Jesse.

Judy looked at Monty when she heard the boys’ comments, and they both took immediate ready positions with Monty at the front and Judy at the rear of their caravan of creatures. As fluid as water flowing down a stream, Thistletoff and Maharai pulled the children to the center of the group and formed their own outer circle around them. The children had no idea what was happening or why, but they had decided to trust at all times these who were loyal friends of Aslan, and so they simply cooperated without asking the questions that popped into their minds. It was not long before all their questions were answered without words, and had they demanded verbal answers, their guardians would have been less prepared to do their jobs.

The surprise came from scarcely six feet in front of Monty. Suddenly, it appeared that the ground itself was crumbling as a fierce dragon arose out of its hiding place in a pit where it had covered itself with dirt, leaves, and rocks. The dragon slowly uncurled its body and rose to its full height, an immense twenty-three feet and six inches, excluding the tail. In the time the dragon unrolled itself, the children followed Thistletoff to a shallow cave nearby where they could find cover and still see everything happening. Maharai stayed with the gimblefluffs, with his muscles flexing in protective measure.

Suddenly, without warning, the dragon heaved fire from its nostrils and shot it directly at Maharai, as though it recognized which creature in the vicinity could do it the most harm. Maharai was never caught unguarded and ducked swiftly before catching the sword tossed to him by Monty and slicing deeply into the dragon’s neck. There was an angry shriek from the huge beast, then a vicious attempt to swat Monty down. Gimblefluffs are never to be underestimated, possessing hearts strengthened by a firm trust in the Overseer of their lives. Monty leapt over the dragon’s lethal limb, and reared up on hind feet, with his eyes fixed on the dragon’s heart where he ferociously struck the dagger he carried.

The dragon, having the advantage of immense size, leaned away from the attacking gimblefluff, causing the dagger to only cut into the first layer of its skin. Next, the dragon decided to try another method of assault, and swept Judy up into its paw, then held her captive above the others’ heads. It intended to lure them into a foolish position by making them hasty in response to Judy’s danger, but these were experienced warriors, and though the gleam in their eyes intensified at this ruthless move, both Maharai and Monty knew that to react as the dragon hoped would more greatly endanger Judy than even the risky plan now forming in their hearts.

Without taking their eyes off the dragon, they began to circle around it, with their limbs outspread and fully armed with shield, sword, and spear. Never speaking a word, they moved in sync, purposefully maneuvering the distracted dragon away from the cave to which the children had fled. Before it had time to realize it, the dragon had been cornered on the edge of a precipice overlooking a sheer drop to a river below. Knowing the Mighty Power at work in their defense, they had calculated this move, though it left Judy in great danger, high above their reach and now precariously above the drop to the river.

Sly, cunning, and without regard for life, the dragon tossed Judy into the air over the cliff. The children screamed, “No!” and Molly nearly fainted. Before a single full moment had passed, the children saw a golden blur leap across the chasm, snatch Judy from her descent, and land her safely on the other side of the canyon. The air was still, the wild animals silent, all the world seemed frozen except for the scene before them. After gently setting her down and lifting her head with His paw to meet His gaze of fondness, Aslan turned and faced the dragon from the far side of the canyon.

The dragon sneered in disrespect, and spat its words in frustration. “You cannot save them every time. I will catch You sleeping, and then I will have my way. It will be the end of them all. They are all weak without You to guard them, and You cannot always be there. I have plenty of time to discover all their weaknesses and destroy them.”

The Lion’s mane flowed as the wind stirred once again, and the fire in Aslan’s eyes pierced the dragon’s glassy glare. “Have you not been told that I never sleep? I will always guard those who are Mine, and their strength is rooted in knowing this.” His gaze passed from the dragon to those He loved only long enough to impart to them the significance of His words, and then His eyes returned to fix on the ghastly and defeated beast. “I only permit you to live and invade their world so that they might learn to fight against My enemies along with Me, that they might taste the infallible Victory of their Oneness with Me. You have no other purpose, and you cannot ever defeat those who learn these things in My presence and upon such truths bind themselves together. Now, be gone from My sight!” And He raised His paw off toward the horizon where the dragon had no choice but to take flight and flee, for in the end, despite its threats and disruptions, it was nothing more than a created being, bound to the dictates of the Ever-Reigning King.

ALL EYES ON DECK

Thunderous and deafening applause shook the tree which housed the observation deck.

“Yyyyyeesssssssss!” gesticulated Andronicus, before turning to high five Peter, Edmund, and the others. They had been watching the fight with the dragon and knew of no reason to contain the sheer delight that Aslan’s victories always brought them. Such a sight they were—old and young, standing in a circle with arms raised in the victory “V” and chanting in unison, “Aslan! Aslan! Aslan! Aslan!”

Finally, when at least the more mature celebrants began to feel spent after such energized circling, stomping, and chanting, the group slowed and smiled at each other.

This time it was Peter who was asking, “Is it time?”

Andronicus took a deep breath and looked at them all, “It is time!”

“Shall we deliver the invitations as planned?” asked Peter with a twinkle in his eye.

“Nothing less could ever do!” responded Andronicus. “Lucy, you know the plan. I’ll send messengers to notify all Narnians of when to meet at the banquet site. Everyone, carry out your assignments until then.” They all danced off down the rope ladder or the elevator, a song on their lips, and Purpose in their eyes.

A MOMENT WITH ASLAN

Aslan lifted Judy and leapt with her in His arms back across the chasm where the others rushed to collapse upon them in a gigantic heap of unrestrainable joy. After the reality of finding themselves face-to-face with Aslan settled into their minds, and after such intense moments under the attack of the dragon, the children just stared, without even blinking or moving. Thistletoff chuckled at their amazement, though he felt no less wonderful in Aslan’s presence.

“Welcome, children. I am so glad you are all here,” declared Aslan to the frozen and silent children around Him.

The next thing to happen hardly increased their chances of catching their breath. Aslan led them along a path through some nearby trees to a sort of clearing that turned out to be a road, and up drove a silver Cadillac Escalade displaying a license plate marked 4HfromA!

“Whoahoho!” blurted out Mitchel, and all the others laughed. While Mitchel stood with his mouth gaping, Andronicus jumped out of the driver’s seat followed by Peter, Edmund, and Caspian.

“I must return to My Post,” announced Aslan, with the children looking sad at hearing His words. “I will never be more than a glance or a word or a song away,” He promised, “and furthermore, I leave you in excellent care.” The warmth and strength of His words lightened their hearts, and they all waved energetically as He left their sight.

His departure had sobered them, but when they turned and saw the gleaming vehicle before them, they laughed again at the surprise of it. “Andronicus, what does the ‘A’ on the license plate stand for?” asked Mitchel, “Is it A for Aslan or A for Andronicus?”

“Actually, it’s both. All things good and pure always have their origin in Him, and this was an idea we both wanted to make happen for you! This Kingdom doesn’t exist to make all your dreams for pleasure come true, but Aslan’s love is boundless and extravagant, and He finds it impossible to restrain, as long as the gifts won’t endanger our hearts. Keep your eyes open so that you don’t miss His displays of affection for you.”

Next, the children were all loaded into the SUV and taken on a beautiful route through the foothills of Narnia to the location of the Feast of Reconciliation, which they had yet to learn of. They all relaxed and enjoyed the peaceful drive, until it dawned on them that Mitchel was driving for the very first time, unattended, and they all buckled their seatbelts! For his first drive, it was incredibly smooth. Maharai winked at the children and pointed to the dashboard where the words “automatic pilot in use” were lit.

“Judy, how did you and Monty know the dragon was near us earlier?” asked Jesse, looking puzzled.

“It was the smoke. The dragon’s smoke is only detected by gimblefluff noses. One more way Aslan has enabled us to protect you before you even know danger threatens,” smiled Judy in response.

Very soon, the vehicle drove down a willow-lined drive that led to a fortress, worthy of the name castle, where the children saw countless creatures busily hauling items, carrying foods, and assisting each other in some sort of preparations.

“What’s going on?” asked Nereus, who spoke for them all.

“Children, you are formally invited to a Feast of Reconciliation. A rare event reserved for the celebration of the return of a wayward Narnian to his or her life with Aslan and all His subjects. Come, let us get you properly attired for such a grand occasion. At the very least, some bathing is in order, I’d say!” and Thistletoff led them off to the various rooms where they were to stay in the castle, which was really Andronicus’ home. Never had they attended such a royal event as the one now before them.

THE FEAST

After cleaning up and finding each other out in the hallway, the children knocked on Thistletoff’s door. Inside, they found him gazing admiringly out the open double windows at the most glorious sunset they had ever seen. The room was turning a golden orange and royal magenta from the effects of the glow.

Thistletoff inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, “It is a beautiful night for a Celebration. Even the sky beckons us to forget passing things like sore feet on such a night!”

The children realized that Maharai had joined them, wordlessly, not stirring so much as a ripple in the blazing colors and hues surrounding them. A few moments later, Monty and Judy entered the room, looked out the window, and breathed deeply as Thistletoff had. As the light began to dim and the colors began to fade while the sunset crawled down the edge of the horizon, Monty and Judy announced that it was time for them all to enter the banquet hall.

The doorway into the hall was of average size, but once inside there was nothing average anywhere! There were circular tables situated all around the room, with twelve chairs at each table, and a gigantic pool in the center of all the tables. The hall was immense, longer than three football fields and equally wide, and the floor reached a peak at the center where the pool was located and slowly graduated along a declining plane outward to the four corners of the room from there. The effect of this design was that, while you could not converse with a person at the other end of the hall, you could see everyone, everywhere, at any moment you chose to turn your head and search.

The children were led to a table right beside the aquamarine waters of the center pool. As they walked through the hall, they were thrilled to see animals and creatures of all sorts that they had encountered in their travels, and many they now knew by name. The tables were filling rapidly, and in a short while the doors were being closed on a banquet hall brimming with loyal Narnians.

“Maharai, when will Aslan be here?” pleaded Damaris.

“Aslan will enter the hall from the north, while the creature being reconciled will enter from the south. They both come in at the same moment, and that time is very near,” replied Maharai. Just after he said this, there was a trumpet call, loud and bold and strong and clear. Everyone in the room jumped eagerly to their feet. The north and south doors were opened simultaneously, and in strode Aslan, majestic and true, and also Susan, radiant and free.

It took Susan some time to make her way through the hall, as there were many hands to clasp, eyes to meet, apologies to make, and embraces to exchange before reaching her seat. She was whole-heartedly received by all, for the depth and sincerity of her penitence was clear.

“Mom!?” gasped Nereus and Damaris, who looked at each other and then the others in surprise.

As though hearing their question, Aslan and Susan proceeded directly to the table where the children were seated with Maharai, Thistletoff, Monty, and Judy. The remaining seats were for these two final entrants. While cheering and singing surrounded them, Susan explained to the children about how she had come to be here as the one to be reconciled to Aslan and Narnia. They listened intently, not missing a word, and looking from their mother to Aslan all the while. After Susan explained, it was Aslan who spoke first, but not until He had looked directly in all their eyes.

“You children are here as guests, because your futures lie with Me and all those who bear My Name and Life. Only Bekah has already entered into Covenant with Me, but continue to consume My words and pursue Me, and each of your days will come to be Born anew. I will make it known when I am Calling and others will See when you’re responding aright. At the end of this night, it will be time for all of you to return to the world of shadows, for your Journey there is just beginning. There is much Work to do in the War against darkness, and you must find all lovers of Truth and Light and fight together against our common enemy, sin. For now, we celebrate together. Let the festivities begin!” and as He spoke these final words, He turned around in a circle with His arms in the air, signaling the people to do the same.

As though they had been waiting for Aslan’s cue, two fierce Great White sharks swam to the surface of the pool in the center of the hall. Mitchel and the others jumped back, having never encountered live sharks out of a containment tank. Then, the sharks raised their snouts and extended their jaws as though they were preparing to bite, but instead they set their heads down on the tile floor and spoke!

“Greetings, guests of Aslan! We were summoned to entertain you. What would you like first: jokes or tricks?” and the sharks sat patiently, looking terribly ferocious but behaving like tamed dolphins.

“Aslan, are those real sharks?” asked the stunned Mitchel, who didn’t even like to touch a picture of a shark!

Aslan and the others laughed, hearing the delight in Mitchel’s voice. “Yes, these are indeed real Great White sharks. However, as violence for pleasure is painful to Me, all Narnian sharks are peace-loving and gentle, except, of course, when defending others against the dragon and other enemies. Rodney, do your stuff!” proclaimed Aslan.

Rodney, the shark, and his companion, whose name turned out to be Spike, amazed the onlookers with their feats of grace and precision—feats formerly thought only possible for lighter, smaller marine creatures. The crowd was most fervently cheering when the sharks did corkscrews in mid-air, side-by-side, then splashed down into the pool to sink and rest on the bottom. Moments later, Rodney surfaced, followed closely by Spike. Again they rested their heads on the banquet floor tiles.

“Rodney, what do you get when you cross a jellyfish with an anemone?”

“A stomach ache! I tried one of those sandwiches with ketchup last week!”

Spike and Rodney said farewell and returned to the ocean through the tunnel under the floor of the hall. They said they would return anytime for another visit with children, whom they loved to see.

All too soon, the evening’s feasting and festivities came to an end and it was time for the children to say good-bye to all their unforgettable Narnian friends.

“Remember, children, that though the world to which you must return to complete your Journey is bound to decay and destruction, all that you have witnessed and tasted and touched of Aslan while you were here is infinitely true and will never decrease, end, or fail. He has made a Doorway for you each to find Him, even while you must remain in the world of shadows. Find the Doorway, and hold fast to HIM, and find all others willing to do the same. Help each other. The sun rises, and the sun sets, but Aslan Reigns forever.” And Andronicus firmly held back the waver in his voice and the tears as he spoke. Maharai, Thistletoff, and the gimblefluffs stood beside Aslan as He bent to raise the children once more into His unforgettable embrace.

BEYOND OUR WILDEST DREAMS

You are my Father,

This is a Dream!

You searched and found me,

Gathered me to Your arms.

You washed and clothed me,

And made me grow,

Called me Your child

And brought me Home.

Oh such a King,

And I am Yours!

Living in Your House,

Surrounded by Your Love.

And Everything

That is Yours…

You’ve given it all to me,

You’ve covered my every need.

This is so far beyond…

My wildest dreams.

Your House is Wisdom.

Your House is Love.

Heaven’s bright Kingdom

Walked out on earth.

You feed us daily

The choicest bread.

Your Life within us

And You our Head.

Oh Perfect King,

So glad we’re Yours!

Living in Your House,

Surrounded by Your Love.

And Everything

That is Yours…

So many perfect Gifts

To cover our every need.

You are so far beyond…

Our wildest dreams!

You are my Family.

You are my Home.

No power can move me

To ever roam.

What Father makes ONE

None can divide.

Your Love will hold us

To Your side.

Oh Perfect King,

So glad we’re Yours!

Living in Your House,

Surrounded by Your Love.

And Everything

That is Yours…

So many perfect Gifts

To cover our every need.

You are so far beyond…

Our wildest dreams!

Oh Perfect King,

So glad we’re Yours!

Living in Your House,

Surrounded by Your Love.

And Everything

That is Yours…

So many perfect Gifts

To cover our every need.

You are so far beyond…

Our wildest dreams!

So far beyond…

Our wildest dreams!

2/22/2004

Beyond Your Wildest Dreams—Narnia

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