I’m back from Hungary and catching up on breath and life today.
I read something this morning in Strong Women, Soft Hearts that challenged my thinking anew:
What difference would it make in your life if all your losses – all the disappointment and aggravation life can throw your way – were, in your mind, only the cover and title page to your real story? Wouldn’t trusting God be something your heart would absolutely run toward? (p. 181)
She’s referring to C.S. Lewis’ conclusion of his Narnia series:
But the things that began to happen after that [the children die in a railway accident – hope I didn’t ruin the ending for any of you who hadn’t read it yet] were so great and so beautiful that I cannot write them. And for us this is the end of all the stories…but for them it was only the beginning fo the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story, which no one on earth has read, which goes on forever, in which every chapter is better than the one that came before.