Eternal Things

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Outer Banks, NC Sound image captured by Ed Lyons

How do you write about things of which you don’t fully understand?  Writers are always told to “write what you know.”  But eternal things, heavenly things, the things of God…..how can a human being, while in this body of flesh, ever hope to know or understand or capture or write those things?

Here is what I know:

Jesus died for me.  He did this to make a way for me to be with Him forever in Heaven.

He rose again on the third day.  This was witnessed and recorded by many people.

These people were all willing to die for this report and this eyewitness event.  They never changed their stories under pressure.

He has changed my life completely since I believed in Him.  He has changed the life of my husband’s completely as well.  We are not the same as before knowing Him.  We go through struggles, but the sense of hopelessness, of despair, of meaningless existence…..totally gone.

He has rescued me from troubles and death countless times.  Miraculous rescues.  From waters, from floods, from fires.  From injuries and surgeries.  He has forgiven me my past and given me a fresh start.

He is my ever present Hope.

So I don’t need to know all the details of what I don’t know or don’t understand.  I just tell of what I do know.  Jesus is real.  He is the true Son of God.  He loves me, and He loves you…..so much.  If you are struggling to find hope, to find meaning….He is the answer.  The only answer.  And He will rescue you, no matter where you are, or what you have done.

Please reach out to me if you need help, or a listening ear, or just want to talk.

Love, Lisa

Reinvention

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I know of a woman who was a lifelong landscaper, active, moving, walking on all sorts of surfaces without a moment’s thought.  After an accident, several surgeries, and fusions, she was left unable to work.  She is now a self-employed custom cookie designer, and has a thriving home-based business.  Reinvention over adversity.

I know of a man who developed extreme arthritis from many years of hard physical labor.  He has now turned his talents to small wooden works of art, which he sells in local and regional art venues.  Reinvention over adversity.

I discovered today a wonderful photographer based in Donegal, Ireland.  James O’Donnell suffered an almost fatal electrocution on his London workplace fifteen years ago.  He is working and thriving today in Donegal with his faithful sidekick, Iggy, a lovely border collie.  Watch the video below to see some of his amazing photography.  Reinvention over adversity.

As long as there is life, there is hope.  As long as there is God, nothing is impossible.  As long as you have breath, praise the Lord.  🙂  Reinvention over adversity.

Love, Lisa

Think About These Things

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I don’t know about you, but I need to refocus.  To turn away from all the bad, and focus my eyes and my attention on the beautiful, the true, the right, the things of God.

Therefore, a new look to the blog, a new title, a new outlook for this world-weary soul.  I am going to try my very best, with the Lord’s help, to focus on the good.  To think about these things.  Because the things of God never change and bring great peace.

Hummingbirds, puffy white clouds, sunlight playing amid the dark green summer leaves, the roar of oceans, the castles with stories, the people who love, Jesus who knows and loves me completely.

“Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things.”  – Philippians 4:8

Love, Lisa

Listening to the Stories

Wahpeton High School, Wahpeton, N.D.

Where my dad went to high school

I miss hearing the stories.  The stories of when our parents and grandparents were young.  How they worked hard on the farm, had to go to school through waist high snow drifts, how they cheered for the football team,  how they met and fell in love, their hopes and dreams.

I have been working on recording our family histories and memories, and I realize how  egocentric I was as a younger person.  I could have heard hundreds of wonderful stories that would have made the people I love come to life in a whole new way in my mind.  But I missed so many of them by not asking.  The ones I do know and heard I treasure like little nuggets of gold.

So I am trying better now.  To listen, to ask, to actually see the person I am talking to.  To imagine their life through their eyes.  And it has been wonderful.

Love, Lisa