Well, it's raining again today. We're having a bit of a downpour, really. And I know I ought to be working on some project, but I just haven't thought of anything to make lately. I think a big part of that is that our apartment was perpetually messy for the past couple of weeks. That was due--in large part--to my crafting. Someday (I hope) we'll live in a place large enough for me to have a craft and sewing room or, in other words, a place where I can permanently set up my sewing machine. But for now while we're living in our little student apartment and all of my sewing is done at the kitchen table, sewing means a mess. And it usually means cleaning off the table first so I can even make the mess. So when I don't have something I'm just dying to make and the house is actually, tolerably clean, sometimes it's nicer to read a book or play outside with Olivia than to haul everything out, make a huge mess, and then feel sad looking at the mess all day. Of course this isn't how I feel about it while I'm making things. Or when I start making things. But that's how I feel about it late at night when the whole apartment is a wreck and it's entirely my fault.
Speaking of reading, I've started reading The Chronicles of Narnia again. I started on Sunday with The Magician's Nephew and now I'm into The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Of course it's not a direct metaphor for the Creation and the Fall and the Atonement, but there are so many parallels and so much that speaks to my soul about having a real and personal relationship with Heavenly Father. And as I've been thinking about Narnia and the fact that that's where everyone's relationship with Aslan is I've been thinking that perhaps it's like our relationship with God in that the relationship is real and God is real, but sometimes it seems as if that relationship exists on an entirely different plane. Of course our Heavenly Father helps us with day-to-day, mundane things, but... when we feel Him near it's so much more special than something mundane. So it seems appropriate to me that the children always see Aslan only in Narnia and not in London. I think the gospel of Christ doesn't always make perfect sense to our minds here in this physical, logical world, but it does make sense to our hearts. And, at the same time, if we're not careful and we try too hard to understand only with our minds and not with our hearts we run the risk (and the risk is high) that we'll end up like Uncle Andrew and mistake those who would help us for nothing but a snarling bulldog. Have any of you read The Chronicles of Narnia? What do you think about them?