Lately I feel God telling me,
“Let others Be.” “Your story is yours alone and is not affected by the stories of those around you.” “Only you allow yourself to be affected and drawn in to these emotions, but my calling is specific for you and you alone…let others be and focus on being who I created You to be.” “When the chaos surrounds, I am all you need.”
“I do not call you unfortunate,” said the Large Voice.
"Don’t you think it was bad luck to meet so many lions?” said Shasta.
“There was only one lion,” said the Voice
“What on earth do you mean? I’ve just told you there were at least two the first night, and.."
“There was only one: but he was swift of foot.”
“How do you know?”
“I was the lion.” And as Shasta gaped with open mouth and said nothing, the Voice continued. “I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the Horses the new strength of fear for the last mile so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.”
“Then it was you who wounded Aravis?”
“It was I.”
“But what for?”
“Child,” said the Voice, “I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no one any story but his own.”
--C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy, Chapter 11
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