Well, alright, if you want me to summarize my day, I shall: I listened to three sermons, slept several hours, drank two cups of black tea, ate half a package of saltine crackers and a cup of jello, cackled over too many old episodes of Beverly Hillbillies, and watched Prince Caspian. A very profitable day, as I'm sure you can tell.
Anyway, I found this little gem of a passage in the aforementioned work of literature, and I thought (rather than writing a post on regurgitation) I might share it with the rest of you.
Coming from the last chapter or somewhere thereabouts, when Aslan sends them home:
Both the children were looking up into the Lion's face as he spoke these words. And all at once (they never knew exactly how it happened) the face seemed to be a sea of tossing gold in which they were floating, and such a sweetness and power rolled about them and over them and entered them that they felt they had never really been happy or wise or good, or even alive and awake, before. And the memory of that moment stayed with them always, so that as long as they both lived, if ever they were sad or afraid or angry, the thought of all that golden goodness, and the feeling that it was still there, quite close, just round some corner or just behind some door, would come back and make them sure, deep down inside, that all was well.
Because all is well,
-I.S.
C.S. Lewis...!
Thank you so much for that quote.
Feel better fast. (I've been reading too much "Beowulf" lately--can you tell? *grin*)