Cleansing Wind

Biking wildly down the road, wind on your face, worries behind

Standing at the turbulent shore, waves crashing, wind howling

Skate edges find ice, flying easily, cold fresh wind on your face

Holding on to balance atop a tall mountain, wind buffeting, mind cleared

The cleansing wind

c 2020 Lisa Lyons

Writing When I Don’t Want To

Sometimes I feel just like this tree.  Stoic and strong. But I begin to wonder if the tree could think, if he would sometimes feel blah, uninspired, boring in his sameness.  But then just when you think the tree doesn’t change, it begins.  The green leaves turn yellow, orange, red, brown.  The wind moves the branches to and fro, changing the silhouette on the horizon.  The tree is inspired, inspiring, moving, changing, new.

When I don’t feel like writing, it is usually because I feel blah, uninspired, the same old Lisa, the same old day.  But God is always doing something new in me.  Even if I am unaware sometimes, he is making me slowly into the image of His Son.  My leaves are turning, the Spirit wind is blowing me in different directions.  

Sometimes just doing something, even if I don’t feel like it, is a good thing.  I feel better since I wrote this, and I’m not even sure why.  I guess I’m just reminding myself that God is always at work, things are not as static as I feel they are, and that moving into action can keep me propelled in that direction.

Thanks for listening to the rambling writer.  

Love, Lisa

Canopy of Protection

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

Surrender Things

 

hummingbird

I noticed something this morning.  The dear hummingbirds, which we adore and feed and watch daily, do not share well.  There has been major fighting and buzz-by dive bombing, bird bullying, and intimidation tactics this morning over the newly filled feeder.  As always, God uses his creation to show me things in myself.  When I am worried about me, about what I get, about what I deserve, things turn ugly.  I become filled with anxiety, anger, entitlement, and arguments.

If the dear little birds just realized that we will continue to fill this feeder faithfully for them, that there is plenty for all, that the sugar water will keep on coming…..they could surrender and drink and be filled.  Peace.

That is what I need also.  Surrender control.  Trust without knowing.  Peace that passes understanding.

“”Cast your cares on the Lord, and He will sustain you.”  – Psalm 55:22

Love, Lisa