But, first, remember, remember, remember…” C.S. Lewis
I open the book and see this quote. I have seen it before.
But as Christmas draws near, remembering grows harder. Sometimes my memories of Christmas before divorce and before my dad’s death bring a smile. More often they bring tears. Sometimes I just want life as it used to be with little kiddos who wake up early on Christmas morning to rip open presents and a Dad who gathers wrapping paper and stuffs it into trash bags before we can even get our box open. (I swear he threw away gifts accidentally!)
When the remembering causes an ache, why bother?
I write this question and the Spirit whispers…because of the signs.
The signs. I know what this is. It’s the rest of this remember, remember, remember quote.
In the Chronicles of Narnia (The Silver Chair), Jill is off to rescue the Prince, but before she descends off the mountain and into the valley, Aslan tells her to remember…
But, first, remember, remember, remember the signs. Say them to yourself when you wake in the morning and when you lie down at night, and when you wake in the middle of the night. And whatever strange things may happen to you, let nothing turn your mind from following the signs. And secondly, I give you a warning. Here on the mountain I have spoken to you clearly: I will not often do so down in Narnia. Here on the mountain, the air is clear and your mind is clear; as you drop down into Narnia, the air will thicken. Take great care that it does not confuse your mind. And the signs which you have learned here will not look at all as you expect them to look, when you meet them there. That is why it is so important to know them by heart and pay no attention to appearances. Remember the signs and believe the signs. Nothing else matters.
When you rise up and when you lie down, say the signs to yourself.
Because here on the mountain we can all see so clearly: the air is clear, our minds are clear. We feel close to Him. We hear, see, and feel Him ever so clearly as our eyes look upon the expanse of His kingdom. Our hearts overflow, and we know He is a good, good Father.
And we must remember the signs – these times on the mountain.
Because when we descend to the valley, the air thickens – the pressure, stress, inadequacy, and hurt rise to the surface as the fog envelopes us, making us self-focused. We struggle to see further, to find the signs, to hear His voice, to feel his presence. If we don’t remember the signs, we pay attention only to the suffering and brokenness instead of the Savior.
So, I remember, remember, remember the signs. Every promise from His word. Every adventure with my dad. Every moment with my children. Because when I follow the signs – His signs – they all point to a Savior. I see His hand in every hurt…every happiness. And I am grateful for every single moment.
PS I LOVE CHRISTMAS! And I LOVE GIFT GIVING! So, next week I’ll be giving two gifts on the blog thanks to the lovely ladies at Blog About: a copy of The Broken Way and a copy of The Broken Way study guide and DVD! See you next week!