I enter the wardrobe and arrive at...

Interesting thread! Yes Narnia seemed to have a big influence on me when I was young and I did imagine my wardrobe as a portal to another world, I actually made a painting that I stuck in the back of it that led you into some caves where the taniwha lived but you would go through them to enter the primeval forest.

But after watching the movie WAR room I changed it to be a prayer closet so I have scripture on there and cushions and inspiring scenes of nature.

And after reading Marie Kondos book Spark Joy...I actually organised my wardrobe so that all my clothes are hung in order of size and colour. haha

I was 8 years old and Davy B was 7 and we were born on the same day a year apart. We were best friends before BFF was invented and on that warm morning in June we were playing in a dirt pile when both our lives changed forever, I guess akin to stepping in a magic wardrobe.

My house shared a driveway with another house owned by the Woodburn's; their house trailed off the right and ours to the left. and while me and Davy were moving dirt with our Tonka heavy equipment, a Tennessee Department of Corrections bus slowed down on the highway out front and turned onto our driveway. Davy B had a bad speech stuttder and said "Wh wh whwhwhat are ttthey ddoing?" I didn't have an answer as the bus rolled by my house and off the end of the driveway to the edge of the woods behind our house. Right behind it was another truck and trailer

Two uniformed police got off the bus followed by about a dozen prison inmates all dressed in white. They all huddled around the truck and trailer and gathered up all kinds of hand tools when one of the uniformed policemen walked over to where me and Davy B were "working". He kept getting bigger with every step and his sunglasses hid any expression on his face. He had a pith helmet on slung low over his forehead and an already well tanned face and hands. "Hiya boys" he said. The man seemed 8 feet tall. His greeting was lighthearted but his general demeanor never really pulled off a friendly tone. Davy B smartly said nothing. He was good at hiding his speech impediment when necessary. I asked what they were doing. The policeman cocked his head a little like he was confused and said "Why we're cutting a new road son".

(I'll finish this story in a bit)

I imagine this to be very much like prophecy. As I step into the wardrobe and enter a time where I am walking in the promises of God for my life. I have peace, I have love and I love. I am loved. Hand in hand with my wife, inseparable. Affectionate and adoring. Me, healthy and whole. Confident. A pillar of strength, and peace. Sharing in the beauty of love. Ministering into the lives of the innumerable; giving wisdom where needed, prophecy in hope. Songs of deliverance. Carrying the heart of God through intimacy in knowing His voice. I cry to see the faithfulness of God. To see that He equipped me for I am His. To see that He did indeed grant me the desires of my heart.

I see this like prophecy. We see what is, but the question remains: How? If it is true what I have heard, if what I see is to come, how then does it come to pass? For if I look in a mirror I might be dissuaded (God forbid), disappointed, and deceived, but if I look to the Lord, I have victory.

The wardrobe for me would be to step into the future, to no longer be in the pain I am in now. I yet grieve in the present, I weep. How will I ever have peace, love, and a voice? May God open my eyes, and lead me. Show me how. Show me now.

What character were you just playing? That was'nt bad...

Thank you BlackLily for this creative thread! It gave me an opportunity to remind myself of what God has said. It’s good to remind ourselves of His promises and words. Sometimes we endure “with the joy set before” us, as Christ did with us in mind. I suppose this is why having a vision is important. What motivates you to persevere? The dream. The vision. The hope.

I’d like to read, in words, your place through the wardrobe BlackLily. I believe I saw you post a picture, but take us on an adventure! 😁

C.S.Lewis's wardrobe made way for Narnia ... To what incredible place, did you know, would you like your wardrobe to make way? It doesn't matter if this is a place that you stayed in your past, maybe in childhood, or if it is a simple place where you just feel at peace, or maybe that place is someone who makes you feel alive wherever you are, maybe it is one moment when you wouldn't mind living for eternity ... I hope your words will transport me to this place for a moment. So take my hand and let's go into the wardrobe.