When I think about the world through the wardrobe, beyond the lamp post, my heart is stirred.

A place where beauty, magic and wonder exist.

Where Aslan roams the earth.

And yet, at some point, they all go back. Back through the wardrobe to the place they first began.

When they go back, however, the memories of Narnia are never gone. It stays with them, the scent and mark of that place is left with them forever.

That to me, is hope. The memory of our magical place, His kingdom. We can bring what we see from there, back here. That place must be rooted deep in our soul, so as never to be lost while we are here.

Thankfully, we will one day go back.