This morning I woke to an uncommon sight for many Southeast Texans. Looking out across my backyard, with a warm cafe latte in hand in hand, I grinned at the sight of melting snow and the sound of thawed ice trickling into small pools of water. The moment reinded me of a scene from C.S. Lewis’ book, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.

It was when Mr. Beaver found Edmund, Peter, Susan, and Lucy. He told them of Narnia’s hope as the snow began melting for the first time in years. Mr. Beaver, with delight, announced,

“Aslan is on the move—perhaps has already landed.”

In hearing the name of Aslan, “each one of the children felt something jump in its inside.” Edmund was struck with a mysterious horror. Peter “suddenly felt brave and adventurous. Susan felt as if some delicious smell or some delightful strain of music had just floated by her. And Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the morning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer.” As winter’s grip weakens on our little community, we can look to the same promise given inside that enchanted wardrobe-

“Wrong will be right when Aslan comes in sight, At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”

Lewis, C.S.. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (Chronicles of Narnia Book 2) (p. 68). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.