There is a thick mist this morning. Sitting quietly and peacefully upon the earth, cloaking all with its heaviness. But the effect is quite calming. As if everything is taking a deep rest, a pause, a waiting. Waiting for the Christmas star this evening, the lining up of Saturn and Jupiter, for the first time in 800 years. Waiting for the sky to clear and God’s glory to be revealed. Waiting for the celebration of Christ’s birth. Expectant, hopeful.
Expectant despite the advent of the cold.
Hopeful despite COVID and political differences.
The Lord Jesus Christ, the One who is triumphant over the cold, the despair, the differences, the sicknesses, the hopelessness.
“There is surely a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off.” – Proverbs 23:18
Expectant, hopeful. Love, Lisa
Enjoy this spare, quiet version of “In the Bleak Midwinter” by Andrea Corr.
I love to try to fix things. I love to try to offer the perfect advice that will make everything alright. I love to be there and try to put myself in their place and help.
All of that is well and good, but many times, what is really needed is for me just to listen.
Surrender control, surrender thinking that somehow I know what is best, surrender trying to fix everything.
The only thing I can control is how I love God and love others. God is strong enough and more than capable of fixing the problems of the world. Infinitely more qualified and wise and in control.
Love, love, love. That is what I can control. Surrender to love. Big, expansive, never ending, unconditional, smiling, laughing, hugging love. Running headlong into a field of daisies love. Yelling loud from the top of a mountain love. Nestling deep into a comfy bed of blankets love.
This is a hymn attributed to St. Colmcille, a Christian missionary, monk, saint from the sixth century in Ireland. He produced beautifully illuminated scripture manuscripts, established many monasteries in Ireland, and showed the love of Christ to others through his lifelong service.
After some years however, an event occurred which changed the entire direction of his life. The Battle of the Book, a fight resulting from a legal battle over an illuminated manuscript he was accused of copying from another, took place in the valley near the Drumcliffe Monastery. Many died, and Colmcille felt horrible. The weight of sin, the effects of greed and human pride, weighed heavily upon him. He left Ireland and eventually sailed to establish a very influential monastery, Iona, off the coast of Scotland. He used this heartache and remorse to let God use him in a new and mighty way for the rest of his life. Mistakes didn’t mean the end for him. After repentance and prayer, God redirected him and continued to use him.
History has a way of calming me. Somehow, by reading the lives of others who have gone before me, the struggles and challenges they faced, the faith they showed through difficult times, lets me know that nothing is new under the sun. Hard times come, hard times go, but Jesus Christ remains constant and faithful to be with us through all of these times.
Call upon the Name of the Lord. He is the only answer for what you face, what I face. He will answer.
Lush canopy of green leaves shelter the life beneath and amidst
Mystery, beauty, relief from heat, provider of shade, web of moisture
Heavens above, trees and green, ground
Christ, heaven, redemption, souls
Under the canopy of His protection
c2020 Lisa Lyons
“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him; I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. He will call upon me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will deliver him and honor him. With long life will I satisfy him and show him my salvation.” -Psalm 91:14-16
“Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me, for in you my soul takes refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed.” – Psalm 57:1