Wading into Sunshine

{one from the archive}

"My own plans are made. While I can, I sail east in the Dawn Treader. When she fails me, I paddle east in my coracle. When she sinks, I shall swim east with my four paws. And when I can swim no longer, if I have not reached Aslan's country, or shot over the edge of the world in some vast cataract, I shall sink with my nose to the sunrise and Peepiceek will be head of the talking mice in Narnia."

-C. S. Lewis

   Everyone has a story.  Some are shared, while others remain untold...leaving us to imagine what may have been, what could've been, what should've been...

The story of behind this picture was lost long ago.

 Therefore we're left with the options of either creating one ourselves, or leaving it untold.

 But whatever we choose, we will always wonder what the real story was. 

- Erin 

Church in the Wildwood

The old church in the cove stood tall, its large wooden doors open. Inside, it was stripped down, bared-boned; the dark wooden pews worn from centuries of age and prayer. Here, in this silent monument of history we had come, washed in the glow of afternoon light and the oppressive beauty of an enchanted place.  

It was here that his music rang out, out of the open door, the worn rafters; the current age occupying a remnant of the past one. The story of the Cross the same now as it was then--from everlasting to everlasting. We lay our burdens down here, at the foot of the cross. We occupy, in wonder, the hollowed-out structure, the aged bones of this cove; we occupy, in wonder, the hallowed beauty of where He has chosen to place His name.