“My lover spoke and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me. See! The winter is past, the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth, the season of singing has come….Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.’ ” ~Song of Songs 2:10-12,13b
“Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.” ~Psalm 30:5b ESV
No matter what we go through, it will eventually get better. Around the dark clouds, behind them somewhere, lies the sun in all its brilliance and warmth. Underneath the cold ground of winter lie the buds and blooms of spring just waiting to break forth. Waiting, praying, hoping. Never giving up listening to the Voice of love. Blessings, Lisa
A Facebook friend recently announced, “I no longer know if I believe in God.” He/she is now publicly and openly debating the existence of God and Jesus in what they feel to be a highly intelligent and logical way. I can’t even think of the words to say; all I feel is utter sadness for this person. To lose hope in the only hope. Jesus is what keeps me going, what keeps me moving and breathing and hoping and living. And I can’t explain it logically to this person; I just know it. So I’m praying for him/her. Because Jesus is strong enough, big enough, loving enough to bring them back to himself. Please join me in praying, for this person and all the others who need that hope, those answers.
“When people say, you know, ‘Good teacher,’ ‘Prophet,’ ‘Really nice guy’….this is not how Jesus thought of Himself. So you’re left with a challenge in that, which is either Jesus was who He said he was or a complete and utter nut case. You have to make a choice on that.” ~Bono
When I was a child, I would play wood-elves outside for hours. We had a ring of box bushes that I would sit inside with my collie, Laddie. He would sit solemnly, guarding me inside the ring, and I would pretend to be a wood-elf with all the rest of my imaginary wee folk with me. I would find opened walnut shells on the ground; they were the elves’ beds. I would sit very quietly, because everyone knows that elves can’t tolerate the noise of humans. This picture, taken in Shenandoah National Park, is the closest I’ll get to being a wood-elf. Due to the strangeness of angle and camera perspective, I look smaller and more diminutive of leg than usual. But this makes me strangely happy. :) Go figure. Slainte, Lisa