Abigail BoboComment

finding Narnia.

Abigail BoboComment
finding Narnia.

“I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now...Come further up, come further in!” -CS Lewis

A few weeks ago, my friend Erin and I started driving through Big Sur, CA. It felt like the further we drove, the prettier it became.

It's so earth-shattering to see the mountains kiss the sea. It's such an unusual phenomenon geographically; my mouth was agape for the first three days. 

And those smells... I cannot describe them adequately. Wild herbs mixed with succulents, sea air, wild mountain brush and smoky storms.

Huge boulders meet the sand where the wild Pacific beat relentlessly. 

I tasted joy on those beaches. 

My spirit was exhausted, depleted and broken from heavy burdens. But when I felt my strength rally and those sea breezes whip my hair, I started to laugh freely.

Running barefoot in the sand along the Pacific was my favorite.

I asked my church for prayer for a weak leg before I left Nashville. Most people don't realize this because I have evened my gait over the years, but I have a wasted leg that frequently gives out on me at very inopportune times. Because I knew how rocky, slippery, steep and high the trails would be in Big Sur, I asked God for strength before I left.

And did He deliver.

The changes are so minute, only I can notice them... I even hesitate to mention them. While my leg is still pretty small, I felt the tiniest muscles catch me where I would normally have stumbled. I woke every morning to a wakened leg, not a dead limb. 

I knew it was real when I went running in soft sand and it didn't give out.

The Pacific caught me twice and dragged me into the shallows, drenching me with salt.

And with renewed energy and a pounding heart from the freezing cold water, I felt my soul jump with joy.