The rhythmic roar of water crashing
The crying of the gulls
The wind that lashes over edges
The laughter and the love
The oceans sing a song of praise
The birds and winds above
I want to join the symphony
To tell of Christ, His love
c2022 Lisa Lyons
Overwhelmed
Undermotivated
Perplexed
Inadequate
But he picks up one stone
Puts it down
Picks up another, then another
Places it beside, atop
It has begun
One stone at a time
c 2022 Lisa Lyons
Photo 2009, Ed Lyons, Derrynane Beach, County Kerry
If there was one whose heart was true
Who always saw the best
Who saw your worst yet loved you still
Who laid his life at rest
If there was one who died for you
Who gave it all to rescue
What would you say, how would you feel
When you got the chance to speak
If there was one, you sigh and wish
I’d give my life to him
I’d follow him around and know
Our love would never dim
If there was one, His name is Jesus
Read His life and see
He loves you so, He died for you
Christ Jesus, it is He
c2022 Lisa Lyons
They couldn’t remember the last time they felt safe. Each monstrous wave threatened to upend the very ship they sailed upon, they relied on for their survival. The wind had long since shredded their sails and torn their anchoring ropes. They had not eaten for so long that they forgot they were hungry.
Would this series of storms ever end? They wished they had never signed up for this voyage. It had been one storm after another. For weeks, or had it been months? Time was not relevant anymore.
Each sailor tried to sleep when they weren’t on watch, holding on to whatever they could find that seemed relatively solid. Except for the two watchmen, drenched and huddled on deck, gripping the railings with all they had left.
The dawn approached, and a weak light pushed through the clouds. One sailor wearily strained his eyes to see what he could see. What was that? Brightness? A mirage to taunt him? No, it was definitely light. Beautiful, beautiful light. Ahead in the darkness.
Invigorated, he holds the wheel a little tighter and makes for the direction of this glorious thing. Light. Hope. Future. Salvation.
They are saved.
Whatever you are facing, whatever storms come your way, look for the light. Wait for it, as watchmen wait for the morning. It is coming, it has come, it will always come.
“When Jesus spoke again to the people, He said, ‘I Am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.’ ” – John 8:12
“I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in His Word I put my hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning…” – Psalm 130:5-6
Blessings, Lisa
A sudden shift in melody, an unexpected pause
The change in light at daylight’s end that brings a sudden thrill
A new taste swirling ’round the mouth
The wakening pulse with travel
The unexpected brings with it refreshing change of perspective
c2022 Lisa Lyons
I am challenging myself to embrace the unexpected this weekend. To not react to it with anxiety and trepidation, but with openness and excitement. Something different. Something exciting. A new challenge. An obstacle to figure a workaround. A change in my too stubborn mindset.
Here is a treasured photo of my son at age 7 embracing the unexpected, circa 2001. We were doing the tourist thing at the Cliffs of Moher, and a kind musician saw his interest in his accordion. He immediately offered Joshua a go at it. Better yet, Joshua jumped right in and went for it, with little knowledge of the instrument. Beautiful memory, wonderful encouragement and joy for all of us.
Blessings to you as you embrace your unexpected surprises this weekend, Lisa
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