What Remains

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Sometimes what remains after time is not what was.  Actually, that is true almost all of the time.  But what remains can be beautiful and the changes usually produce a tempered strength and new perspective.

The woman who has gone through years of heartaches and trials…her face has changed but there is wisdom and steadiness, true beauty in her eyes.  She is beautiful.

The man who has faced day after day of work, the routine day in and day out, yet he perseveres in his great love for his family, his need to take care of them.  The years have turned him from boy to man, and he is beautiful.

The home that used to be glossy new, but has faced rain, wind, children’s pounding toys, floods, and time.  The old house now sits with graceful wisdom, having gone through family after family, holding their dreams, their hard times, their togetherness.  It is beautiful.

Time will change all things, but it can be beautiful.   “And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord’s glory, are being transformed, changed,  into his likeness with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.” ~2Corinthians 3:18

You are beautiful; shine today for God.  You are made in His image.  Blessings, Lisa

 

 

Friday Mystery For You To Solve

OK, all you wanna-be Nancy Drews and Hardy Boys!  Here’s a mystery for you…where was this photograph taken?  All valid guesses will be listened to…you may not be right, but you will be listened to.  Have a wonderful weekend filled with little wonders and mysteries.  Slainte, Lisa

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If My Family Were Rock Stars…

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…this would totally be an awesome album cover!  😉  How cool are they?

Loving the sunshine this morning, even though it is single digits outside.  We’re headed for a balmy 50 degrees F on Saturday, and I’m positively giddy at the thought.

May you all be stars today,  may ice not form on your feet, and may the thoughts of Spring warm your heart.  Slainte, Lisa

The Castle-Builder

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THE CASTLE-BUILDER        

A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks

A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes, 

 A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,

 And towers that touch imaginary skies.

A fearless rider on his father’s knee,  

An eager listener unto stories told

At the Round Table of the nursery,    

Of heroes and adventures manifold.

There will be other towers for thee to build;    

There will be other steeds for thee to ride;    

There will be other legends, and all filled    

 With greater marvels and more glorified.

Build on, and make thy castles high and fair,  

 Rising and reaching upward to the skies;   

 Listen to voices in the upper air,      

 Nor lose thy simple faith in mysteries.

 ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Blessings on your day, and build your castles!  🙂  Lisa