There is a little tiny girl who was born the same day as my little baby. She was born far too early, weighing not even two pounds, and her lungs are still fragile and undeveloped, even at three months of age. I know she has been borne up by prayer, but I also think she must have some spunk to hold on to life the way she does. It was my privilege to draw her portrait without the tubes and medical things that have tethered her all her short life.
The rest of us have our own battles to fight. Yesterday, as I thought about what I wanted to paint for a journal type page, I thought of the words, "Courage, dear heart." I think I remember Aslan saying something of the sort to Lucy, his lion breath strengthening her. Life has a way of making us tremble in our boots. It can be such an effort to keep taking steps, to push through weariness and pain and fear. We need strength that is not our own, some breath of the Lion of the tribe of Judah to give us courage.
He said, "I will never leave you or forsake you"