My dearest child,
Do toi know how much I l’amour you? ou how deeply I know you?
I know your name, your favori pastime, your worst fear. I know what toi love, and what toi hate. I chose the color of your hair and eyes. I know the number of hairs on your head, the number of days you'll live, and every secret in your heart. I know every detail of your past, what you're doing, saying and thinking right now, and what your future will be. I know your deepest thoughts, dreams and desires. And I know the longing toi have; the longing to escape and find a better, greater world. A world that is found within the pages of seven particular livres you've loved and cherished and read cover-to-cover, over and over again.
I saw the hope in your face each time toi knocked on the back of every closet in the house, and the disappointment when toi walked away, shaking your head and smiling sadly; your mind telling toi that it's only make-believe, but the aching in your cœur, coeur crying out for the other place toi know must exist somewhere...the place that is your true home.
I've felt your happiness when toi watch the movies, your peace when toi listen to the music, your longing when toi gaze up at the poster on your mur and sigh, sadly...because toi know that toi can't get there just par wanting to go.
And I've seen toi in the back of your shallow closet, huddled among the clothes and hangers, clutching your knees to your chest and burying your head in your arms, silent tears filling your eyes and running down your cheeks...because your homesickness is seemingly unbearable. toi just want to rip away from this world...this stupid, sinful, messed-up world...and fly away to the place that was meant for you, to where toi belong.
I've watched toi grow and struggle, felt your emotions, and heard toi crying out to Me; fervently praying, begging, pleading with Me to take away that blank, white mur staring back at toi and replace it with a snowy wood and a glowing lamp-post.
I've heard you. I've listened. And now it is My turn to speak.
I l’amour toi plus than toi could ever begin to imagine, and I have special plans for you; plans to give toi a hope and a future. But My purpose for toi is not in Narnia. At least, not the Narnia toi have read about. That world is ended; the shadowlands are no more. The only way to visit it now is through the imagination I gave you.
The place your cœur, coeur truly longs for is the Real Narnia (although many people refer to it as "Heaven"). The reason why toi are aching for another world is because this world is not your true home. Your real accueil is with Me, not in this temporary universe. That's what I want for you: to live with Me, joyfully, in My country; in the Great Story that goes on forever, in which every chapter is better than the one before.
But for now toi shall have to wait, for I still have need of toi here. The battles and perils in the Narnia livres are nothing compared to the evils in this world, and there are many who need your help. Please ours with Me and be patient, for the time toi live here is short compared to the eternity that awaits toi in My Country. I promise that someday, I will call toi home. In the mean time, there is work for toi to do. Stay true to the task I have donné you; and just as Jill repeated the signs to herself every day, toi also should also be lire My Words every day. They will greatly aid toi in your quest.
And for those of toi lire this who have not found Me ou do not truly know Me yet, take cœur, coeur and keep searching for Me. I do exist in your world, but there I have a different name. toi must find it and learn to know Me par that name. For par knowing Me a little in the Narnia you've read about, toi will know Me even better here. And there is a way for toi into My Country from your world. Remember, it lies across a river...but do not worry, for I am the great Bridge Builder. All toi must do is traverser, croix the bridge I have made.
I know that the longing in your cœur, coeur will never be fully quenched until toi reach that place; but take comfort in My words, and know that My l’amour for toi is limitless. When toi are thirsty for home, come to Me and drink.
For My water is Living Water, and there is no other stream.
With all My love,
Aslan (a.k.a. the King Above All High Kings, Son of the Emperor-Beyond-The-Sea, the Lion of Judah, the agneau of God, the Way, the Truth, and the Life, Emmanuel, Wonderful Councilor, Almighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace, The Great I AM...and more.)
Do toi know how much I l’amour you? ou how deeply I know you?
I know your name, your favori pastime, your worst fear. I know what toi love, and what toi hate. I chose the color of your hair and eyes. I know the number of hairs on your head, the number of days you'll live, and every secret in your heart. I know every detail of your past, what you're doing, saying and thinking right now, and what your future will be. I know your deepest thoughts, dreams and desires. And I know the longing toi have; the longing to escape and find a better, greater world. A world that is found within the pages of seven particular livres you've loved and cherished and read cover-to-cover, over and over again.
I saw the hope in your face each time toi knocked on the back of every closet in the house, and the disappointment when toi walked away, shaking your head and smiling sadly; your mind telling toi that it's only make-believe, but the aching in your cœur, coeur crying out for the other place toi know must exist somewhere...the place that is your true home.
I've felt your happiness when toi watch the movies, your peace when toi listen to the music, your longing when toi gaze up at the poster on your mur and sigh, sadly...because toi know that toi can't get there just par wanting to go.
And I've seen toi in the back of your shallow closet, huddled among the clothes and hangers, clutching your knees to your chest and burying your head in your arms, silent tears filling your eyes and running down your cheeks...because your homesickness is seemingly unbearable. toi just want to rip away from this world...this stupid, sinful, messed-up world...and fly away to the place that was meant for you, to where toi belong.
I've watched toi grow and struggle, felt your emotions, and heard toi crying out to Me; fervently praying, begging, pleading with Me to take away that blank, white mur staring back at toi and replace it with a snowy wood and a glowing lamp-post.
I've heard you. I've listened. And now it is My turn to speak.
I l’amour toi plus than toi could ever begin to imagine, and I have special plans for you; plans to give toi a hope and a future. But My purpose for toi is not in Narnia. At least, not the Narnia toi have read about. That world is ended; the shadowlands are no more. The only way to visit it now is through the imagination I gave you.
The place your cœur, coeur truly longs for is the Real Narnia (although many people refer to it as "Heaven"). The reason why toi are aching for another world is because this world is not your true home. Your real accueil is with Me, not in this temporary universe. That's what I want for you: to live with Me, joyfully, in My country; in the Great Story that goes on forever, in which every chapter is better than the one before.
But for now toi shall have to wait, for I still have need of toi here. The battles and perils in the Narnia livres are nothing compared to the evils in this world, and there are many who need your help. Please ours with Me and be patient, for the time toi live here is short compared to the eternity that awaits toi in My Country. I promise that someday, I will call toi home. In the mean time, there is work for toi to do. Stay true to the task I have donné you; and just as Jill repeated the signs to herself every day, toi also should also be lire My Words every day. They will greatly aid toi in your quest.
And for those of toi lire this who have not found Me ou do not truly know Me yet, take cœur, coeur and keep searching for Me. I do exist in your world, but there I have a different name. toi must find it and learn to know Me par that name. For par knowing Me a little in the Narnia you've read about, toi will know Me even better here. And there is a way for toi into My Country from your world. Remember, it lies across a river...but do not worry, for I am the great Bridge Builder. All toi must do is traverser, croix the bridge I have made.
I know that the longing in your cœur, coeur will never be fully quenched until toi reach that place; but take comfort in My words, and know that My l’amour for toi is limitless. When toi are thirsty for home, come to Me and drink.
For My water is Living Water, and there is no other stream.
With all My love,
Aslan (a.k.a. the King Above All High Kings, Son of the Emperor-Beyond-The-Sea, the Lion of Judah, the agneau of God, the Way, the Truth, and the Life, Emmanuel, Wonderful Councilor, Almighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace, The Great I AM...and more.)