In most books, there's a character I want to be and the character I feel like I am.
Do you get that? Do you relate?
In Narnia, the person I feel I am is Susan. She has many good qualities, like motherly gentleness and protectiveness, but to me, she is everything I fear that I am....
Sharp-tongued, impatient, and bossy. She is fearful and timid - and moreso the older she gets.
Do you get that? Do you relate?
In Narnia, the person I feel I am is Susan. She has many good qualities, like motherly gentleness and protectiveness, but to me, she is everything I fear that I am....
Sharp-tongued, impatient, and bossy. She is fearful and timid - and moreso the older she gets.
"I - I wonder if there's any point in going on," said Susan. "I mean, it doesn't seem particularly safe here and it looks as if it won't be much fun either. And it's getting colder every minute, and we've brought nothing to eat. What about just going home?" (LWW)
As Lucy is leading them along at night, following an Aslan the rest of them can't see...
"Don't talk nonsense, Lucy," said Susan. "She's being downright naughty."
...
"You've no right to try force on the rest of us. It's four to one and you're the youngest," said Susan.
...
Susan was the worst. "Supposing I started behaving like Lucy," she said. "I might threaten to stay here whether the rest of you went on or not. I jolly well think I shall."
...
(Peter:) "Oh, buck up, Susan. Give me your hand. And do stop grousing. Why, a baby could get down here."
She gets distracted. She abandons Narnia for "lipstick" and her siblings for "invitations," as revealed in the quotes I posted on day six.
How do we know which character we REALLY are in this story of life?
Susan is fearful at her core, yet... so am I. (Really... aren't we all in some ways?) Fearful of being excluded, afraid we won't be accepted if we believe in strange things. My soul cries out to her, "Why? Why?"
And I guess that's how I know.
Because I respond to her as Lucy would.
While I, too, get impatient at times, and I speak more sharply than I ought, I believe I'm Lucy - I believe I'm gentle and valiant and brave. I have the potential to be Susan - but I do not chose to be her. I have sought so long to live as Lucy lives, and I refuse to believe that I am Susan.
I think that makes all the difference.
How do we know which character we REALLY are in this story of life?
Susan is fearful at her core, yet... so am I. (Really... aren't we all in some ways?) Fearful of being excluded, afraid we won't be accepted if we believe in strange things. My soul cries out to her, "Why? Why?"
And I guess that's how I know.
Because I respond to her as Lucy would.
While I, too, get impatient at times, and I speak more sharply than I ought, I believe I'm Lucy - I believe I'm gentle and valiant and brave. I have the potential to be Susan - but I do not chose to be her. I have sought so long to live as Lucy lives, and I refuse to believe that I am Susan.
I think that makes all the difference.