Talking About Pain

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Talking about pain is a funny thing.  Some days I want to ignore it, and try to act like I used to.  I push through, laugh, pretend, and then collapse in my trusty recliner a few hours or a few minutes later.

Other days, I need to talk.  I need to let it out, to vent, to cry, to have someone tell me that it’s going to be alright, to let the volcano erupt a bit.  And then rest, and pray, and just be.

The thing I am most grateful for is for my family and my friends who are there for me, whether I’m talking about it, or not.  The people who love me irregardless of how far I can walk, or how grumpy I may be acting that day.  The ones who can get me laughing.   To all of you…..I love you and I appreciate you.

If you are out there in internet world, and need to talk….I am here.  And better yet, there is One who will never leave and never forsake you.  Jesus is here also, and listening.  🙂  Love, Lisa

Find That Child

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People are more than what they do

The car they drive, the kind of shoe

People are more than what you see

The soul inside that yearns to be

Free as a child, running wildly through the grasses

Tumbling madly into the waters

Knowing that they can do it all again and again and again

With no agenda, no worries, no difficulties

Look deeper, if you can, into their eyes and find that child

And give it freedom to come out awhile.

c2016 Lisa Lyons

 

There Once

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There once was a house, all red white and lovely

The people within living life day to day

There once were some sheep, all white round and fluffy

Who dined on the richness and greenness all day

There once is a God, all knowing and powerful

Who made all within and without

The first and the last, beginning and end

The One who holds all the people and houses and sheep

Out of love

c2016 Lisa Lyons