The Love That Never Leaves

Celtic cross in Cong Abbey, County Mayo, Ireland.

If we are honest with ourselves, love is what we all want. Love is what we all are looking for. Love is what fulfills our deepest longings.

This holy week, the week leading up to the death, burial and resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ, is all about love. Love that is so deep, so unconditional, so sacrificial, so undeserving, that He was willing to suffer deeply and die. Love that is so strong that death cannot hold it….He burst forth into new forever life on the third day. Love that is always, always there, listening, answering, caring, loving, ready to save.

If you have never had that kind of love before, I encourage you to read about it. Turn to the book of John in the Bible, read about the Lord Jesus. Reading His words is so much better than listening to me talk about it. He is waiting for you. He loves you so much. His love never leaves, no matter what.

He is my hope, my strength, my present and my future. Please write to me if you have any questions or prayer requests or anything.

Never give up hope. Love, Lisa

St. Patrick

I pray to God to give me perseverance and to deign that I be a faithful witness to Him to the end of my life for my God.”

“I am certain in my heart that all that I am, I have received from God.”

Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me, Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me, Christ in every eye that sees me, Christ in every ear that hears me.

-St. Patrick, missionary to Ireland

Croagh Patrick, County Mayo, Ireland

Love Like Waves

God’s waves in the sky over our home in Virginia this afternoon

Love is like waves…..endless, beautiful, eternal, deep.

Waves can sooth because of their eternal nature.

Waves can carry you because of their properties.

Waves can be calm, playful, or stormy.

Waves can leave you breathless because of their great power.

Waves drown out all else because of their beauty and sound and being.

Waves can fill you up with God’s love, God’s voice, God’s power.

Love, true love, real love is like waves.

Lord, let me love like waves…..endlessly, relentlessly, unconditionally, eternally.

Christ in me, Christ before me, Christ behind me.

Christ to my left, Christ to my right.

Like the waves.

Love, Lisa

If Stones Could Talk

Fahan Beehive huts, outside of Dingle, Ireland, 2001. These huts were built in the 12th or 13th century.

If stones could talk, I bet they’d say

Just sit and listen to our day

The things we’ve seen, the people here

Could make you laugh and cry and cheer

History comes, history goes

But we have stood and never show

The stress, the rain, the wind, the woes

Because we are stones that time froze

We always will support each other

And be here for you to soon discover

c2021 Lisa Lyons

Not Alone

Baby bird looks out from her lofty nest

Wonders what she will do next

Her other siblings have all flown

But she is just scared and alone

She feels a gentle nudge above

A mother’s beak, her father’s call

She hears her siblings singing loud

Soaring upwards towards the clouds

She feels the sun, she feels her wings

Begin to open, stretch, and then

She knows that she is not alone

The love, the leading cheers her on.

Stepping out, she feels the air

Beneath her wings, she rises there.

c2021 Lisa Lyons