She is climbing, steadily, steadfastly. Head down, feet searching for firmness.
She will not give up. That is thankfully not even in her mind.
She will keep climbing, keep trying, keep walking.
Upward, onward.
Love, Lisa
Lisa
Photo: Silver Strand sheep, County Donegal, Ireland
Dunluce Castle in County Antrim, Ireland, was built around 1500. Impressive, beautiful, terrifying. The ruins that remain teeter right on the edge of the cliff. Yet, they remain. The rock and stone hold, through many years of waves and wind.
I am held and sustained, much more so than man-made castle walls, by my Lord God Creator. The Rock holds me fast. My walls may crumble a bit, but He has me held tightly in His grasp, firm in the Rock.
“The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” – Psalm 18:2
Love, Lisa
Giant’s Causeway, County Antrim, Ireland
-2Corinthians 4:17-18
There are not always answers to our never ending “why’s”. Sometimes things just happen. Not so good things. Very, very hard, never ending things. Physical as well as emotional. My first instinct is to ask “why?”, but over the past few years of seemingly constant injury and surgeries, I have learned that maybe God just wants me to be faithful. To trust Him, no matter what. Just to be…..to breathe…..to stay quietly in His green pastures beside His still waters. To praise Him, because He knows what He is doing. He is making me more like Him. He is strengthening me. He made me, He sustains me, He loves me. No matter what.
It is so freeing……I don’t have to figure out the why’s. I don’t have to do anything spectacular. I just have to be faithful.
Praying for you, because I know all of you are probably going through something hard right now as you read this. Big hugs. Love, Lisa
Photo: Sheep quietly trusting and abiding on a cliff edge in Donegal, Ireland.
This is one of very favorite pictures of my husband and me.
What you see: Laughter, happiness, joy, beauty of the Slieve League cliffs in Donegal.
What you also see: our new acquaintance’s thumb, which showed up in every single photo he took of us, until we were all beside ourselves with laughter.
What you don’t see: a walking cane that took me from point A to point B, the pain of walking that it took to get to that photo taking spot, my husband’s stress from lovingly taking such good care to get me to this spot.
And this is why I love it. In pain, in hard times, in difficulties, there can be great joy. There can be great beauty. Great strength. Great determination. Great hope.
And a Great God over it all.
I am glad to be back, sharing with you all. God is doing a new thing in my heart, and renewing my spirit. Let me hear from you! I have missed you. Love, Lisa
