On the Other Side

In this case, the grass definitely is greener on the other side of the fence. 🙂

Ben Bulben, County Sligo

But seriously, how many times do I miss God’s blessing because I am too afraid/lazy/stuck in a rut to open a door?

Being stuck on one side of the gate is safer, predictable, controllable.

If I walk through to the other side, embrace an adventure of any sort, I am risking a stray sheep gone rogue, or ankle turning in a bog, or a sudden fog to engulf me.

Or, it could be the greatest adventure ever, with beauty and wonder and newness. A day to see new things the Lord has made. A day to trust Him whatever the outcome.

If God is calling you to a gate, maybe He wants you to open it.

‘So Jesus again said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, I am the door of the sheep. All who came before me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep did not listen to them. I am the door. If anyone enters by me, he will be saved and will go in and out and find pasture. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly. I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.” – John 10:7-11

Blessings always, Lisa

Photo Credit – Ed Lyons, 2015, Ben Bulben, County Sligo, Ireland

The Center

The foggy center of Ben Bulben, Co. Sligo, Ireland, 2015

Slowed to a crawl upon the road

Engulfed in fog, vision slowed

The way ahead lies in the center

The yellow line giving path and guidance

The mountain ahead is cloaked in white

Her beauty veiled, and all is quiet

Fixing my eyes upon the center

I see a glimpse of majesty and grandeur

The days ahead are foggy, unclear

But keeping my eyes on the center

On the Beginning, the End, the Everything In Between

On the Lord Jesus Christ, the Center

He will keep me safe; He will reveal the grandeur.

c 2021 Lisa Lyons

Distance and Time


Ben Bulben, close by


Ben Bulben, just a few moments later and few hundred feet down the road

Sometimes when we are too close to something, it loses all perspective.

Clouded, muddy, overwhelming.

Distance and time usually help.

Taking a step back, or two or ten.

Waiting for a day or a year.

The clouds will pass, and the beauty of the mountain revealed.

“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 130:6

Love, Lisa