Thursday, October 3, 2013

The Wood Between the Worlds

“The Wood between the Worlds,” said Polly dreamily. “It sounds rather nice.”
—C. S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

This past Monday, I came home from work . . . and did nothing. And it was glorious.

Laurin and I had a simple dinner, opened a few wedding presents, and spent some time just enjoying each other’s company. But it was the first time in a long time that I can remember coming home from work without a list of things to do, places to go, or phone calls to make.

Our wedding this past weekend was beautiful—thanks to Laurin’s hard work and creativity, and that of her friends. It was a lot of fun and very special. And despite all that was going on—the schedule, the details, the guests—the setting allowed us to live in the moment and take it all in. Our surroundings reflected the glory of their Creator; the decorations, the flowers, and the personal touches were instruments of worship. But that was the goal and the payoff. Getting to that day, and to those special moments, seemed to require driving at full speed.

Now that we’ve arrived, traveling at ninety miles an hour is no longer required. This week feels like a long-awaited Sabbath. It’s been refreshing and re-energizing to say the least. But this season won’t last too long; the adventure of our honeymoon stands before us. And in that way, this week is like the Wood between the Worlds in C. S. Lewis’ The Magician’s Nephew—the magical place that served as the stepping-off point for travels to Narnia and countless other lands. We’ve left what came before, but we’re not quite there yet.

It’s not just my wedding being in the rearview mirror that’s making me feel caught between the already and the not yet. In the early days of September, my book was released to the public. I am now a "divorce-book author." That’s not something I’m quite excited about, but if it brings God glory and is helpful to readers, I am happy to wear that badge.

As glad as I am to move past writing about divorce, I feel caught in the Wood between the Worlds once again. I look around and see myriad pools I could try, but I’m not quite sure which one will suit me. I am jealous of my pastor friends who write. Serving a local church, diving deep into the pages of Scripture, and working with people who are on a journey of faith all seem like excellent fields from which to glean. But as a writer and editor, I spend my days in front of a computer screen, writing and editing. Writing about writing seems like holding a mirror up to a mirror or recording yourself recording yourself; if you’re not careful, the universe will unravel. Even this post feels dangerously introspective.

For now, I’m going to embrace the Sabbath I’ve been given. I’m going to enjoy the uncluttered calendar that God has given me to enjoy time with my new bride. And I’m going to enjoy just being. I’m going to trust that God isn’t done with me yet, that He’ll lead me to choose my next writing challenge and the correct format for that challenge. In short, I’m trusting that He’ll show me which pool in the Wood to step into.


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