Yellow Is Not Red

Yellow and red are two very different colors. They also have two very different meanings when driving. Yellow means to slow down, take caution, proceed when safe. Red means to come to a complete and full stop.

Too many times in my life, I have come to a yellow light, a temporary roadblock, and I let it completely stop me. Something in my life that should only briefly curtail me, derails me.

Yellow is not red. Proceed when the way is clear.

As my morning inspiration, I include a video of little Timmy from Donegal Donkey Sanctuary in Ireland, which I have shared before.. He was born with two severely deformed back legs, but now, due to wonderful care and vet expertise, good hoof orthotics, and lots of God’s grace, he is four years old and doing wonderfully. Timmy didn’t let the yellows in his life derail him. He is full out green.❤

Yellow is not red. Love, Lisa

P.S. If you feel so inclined, http://www.donegaldonkeysanc.com is a wonderful place of healing and rest for neglected and abandoned donkeys. We “adopted” Timmy this year, and I know they would appreciate any help you could give them during this challenging Covid season..

Furry Things

 

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Honesty morning.  Hard night sleep, pain in ankle.  Feeling sorry for myself more than a little.  But then the soft warm nose comes nudging close beside me.  The big brown eyes look at me, asking, “Are you alright?”  The curly warm hair on his back presses into my side as if to support me if he could.

Finnegan.  My wonderful cockapoo dog.

Something good and true and admirable to think about this morning.

Thanks, buddy.  🙂  Love, Lisa

Soul Healing

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Physical healing is a wonderful thing.  But all of us, if we are honest, need healing of our souls as well.  The deep part of us that makes us us.  The part of us, that is different from every other person on this planet, placed in us by God at our conception.

Here are some things that God uses to heal my soul:

……a sunset with all the colors of a masterpiece

……the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore

……my favorite songs cranked loudly in the car

……quiet time, reading God’s Bible, words of how much He loves me, no matter what

……going outside, doing just about anything, but really seeing, smelling, feeling, listening

……singing, with no holding back

……playing the piano, getting lost in the notes

……seeing, hearing the eyes and smiles and voices of those I love

…..praying and pouring out my heart to the One who made me and cares forever what is going on in my life.

This list could go on and on.  But it is good for me to remember.  Because soul healing helps everything….the body, the mind, the heart.  I encourage you to make your own list soon, and go after some of that soul healing.  Blessings on your day.  Love, Lisa

 

 

 

Riding the Waves

The wave lifts, you feel your board rise, then with a great surge of power, you drop and the force of the great water propels you to shore like a rocket.

That is how it felt to me when I caught a perfect wave.  I was never a surfer, but would boogie board for hours at a time in times past.

Confronted with big waves, waves that were taller than me, I had four options:

  1.  Dive under it.
  2.  Jump over it.
  3.  Go back and sit on the shore.
  4.  Get past the break line, and turn and line up for the ride.

Lately, my life is pretty much the big waves.  They seem a bit scary, but they are also beautiful.  Powerful and alive.  I have the same four options.  If I can manage past the break line, power through with God’s power, turn and look around me, I will be on top of the wave.  His strength will propel me to shore, and what a ride it will be.

Praying God’s power for you today as you paddle past the break line.  Love, Lisa

You Might As Well Smile

 

I was raised on a wonderful musical diet growing up.  Glen Campbell, Elvis Presley, Lawrence Welk, Julie Andrews, Barbra Streisand, Englebert Humperdinck, classical music, orchestral arrangements, swing, hymns, choirs, you name it.  My parents usually had something wonderful playing on the large wooden record player cabinet that sat in in our front hallway.

Anyway, with all the alarming and constant bombardment of bad news in the world, music can treat most of what ails me.  Put on a good song…..poof, the worries are gone, and I’m singing.   I would love to hear from any of you….what kind of music makes you feel better?

Enjoy this old classic from Glen Campbell.  Love, Lisa