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
Sometimes I can be my own worst enemy. That little voice inside my mind that tells me all manner of negative things.
“No one wants to hear what you are thinking/writing, so why say it?”
“You are not a good writer.”
“There are so many books in the world, why write another one?”
“What I am saying is not original/interesting/witty enough, etc.”
And on and on and on it goes. Things the devil wants me to think, to shut me down, to keep me from being the person God created me to be.
I have a choice. I can choose to listen and shut down, or remind myself and push through. Listen to lies or listen to truth. Not that I am the greatest writer in the world….I am not saying that. But all of us have something to say, some truth that God is revealing in our lives, something that might encourage someone else who is going through something similar.
Here are some things God says about me (and you):
“For God so loved the world, that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” – John 3:16
“The LORD your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.” -Zephaniah 3:17
” There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.” -1John 4:18
“I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.” – Philippians 4:13
“Finally, be strong in the Lord and in His mighty power.” – Ephesians 6:10
And on and on and on it goes. Praise God. I choose today to listen to Him and to His Word and to His love. I am so thankful.
Write well, my friends. Speak love, speak truth, speak of Christ. Love, Lisa
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
Once I saw a little bird
Go hop, hop, hop,
So I said: – little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?
Then I was going to the window
To say “How do you do?”
But he shook his little tail,
And away he flew! (Nursery Rhyme)
I spent many a wonderful moment this morning watching a group of robins hopping about in our late winter yard. Their deep rich orange breasts moved up and down, as their tiny feet propelled them through the short yellowed winter grass.
One would hop a few feet, look about, and then his mate would follow shortly behind him. No flying at all from any of them, just hopping, looking, and hopefully, eating something.
It seemed a good sign to me, that indeed, spring is on its way.
“He rocks in the treetops all day long, hoppin’ and a-boppin’ and singing his song
All the little birds on Jaybird Street love to hear the robin go tweet-tweet-tweet
Rockin’ robin (tweet-tweet-tweet), rockin’ robin (tweet-tweedilly-tweet)
Go rockin’ robin ’cause we’re really gonna rock tonight.” – Jimmie Thomas
Hop on, little robins, hop on. 🙂 Love, Lisa