I'll Come Back When You Call Me...

“Should this be the last thing I see, I want you to know it’s enough for me, ‘Cause all that you are is all that I’ll ever need…”

Even considering casting a woman to play the role of Aslan!? That’s so disrespectful it’s dipping its toes into heresy.

But, my goodness, that doesn’t stop the whole thing from hurting. It was bad enough to be bombarded by negative voices that never wanted the series to succeed even when all we had was the mere concept of its existence, but now that they have actually gone bad?? Well, now all those voices are going to be I-told-you-sos. Others can celebrate their cynicism while I mourn the hope I had.

Because I still hope for a full, faithful adaptation of all 7 books someday. Except now I know it’s not just around the corner. I’m not a couple years out from seeing The Magician’s Nephew on screen for the very first time. Even if the creative team does a 180° and casts Aslan properly and respectfully, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to trust them again unless the whole team is fired and replaced with people who would never have considered such casting in the first place.

And that hurts. And it’s going to hurt.

Someday the grave and death will lose their sting (1 Corinthians 15:54-56)

There'll be no more tears and no more shame (Revelation 21:4)

And all our scars will fade away (Ephesians 5:27)

Psalm 44 

~3, 6-7, 20-22, 25-26~

“All we are is a  b u r n t  out shooting  s t a r …”

“Lost for the moment In the broad fields of sky, And oh, for the mornin’ that never shuts his eye, And I’ve gotta get back…”

susan recoils at the muffled words. she pushes herself away from the windowsill with shaking hands; unwilling to listen to any other horrid things the man that had come back to the house calling himself their parent would say to peter. 

she daren’t imagine what peter’s face must have looked like. she doesn’t think the words were meant to be as cutting as they felt to her. but all the same, they settle like lead in her stomach and her chest aches with every breath. twisting her hands into her skirt, she closes her eyes. 

how could he understand, she asks herself with a lump in her throat. he doesn’t know of the years peter and her spent raising lucy and edmund in a world so very far away. of course he couldn’t understand. the woman that used to be their mother doesn’t understand either.