Surrender Things

 

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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

Rock,Water, and Wind Things

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Power of God crashing right up against each other.

The waves, relentless in their pursuit of the shore, rolling, tumbling, crashing.

The rocks, steady, ancient, solid, holding fast.

The wind, roaring, searching, cleansing.

I will fix my mind today on the things that do not, will not, change.  God things.

Love, Lisa

 

*Cliffside Slieve League, County Donegal, Ireland

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

A Hummingbird Doesn’t Need Strong Feet to Fly

Hummingbirds have feet, but they are very small and are used for perching, scratching, and other low key movements.  But a hummingbird doesn’t need strong feet to fly.

I have had several wonderful moments with hummingbirds in the past few years, and I feel that God is using this amazing creation to show me something very important.

In 2015, while I was struggling mightily to walk months after an ankle injury, I was pretty low.  We were on vacation at a lake house, and I was unable to participate in any of the family activities, like going down the stairs to the lake, or boating, or taking a walk.  I told myself it was ok, but it gets you down after months of the same.

I sat there on the porch alone, and a beautiful hummingbird flew and hovered directly in front of my face…..within a foot.  He stayed there for almost a minute.  I felt so amazed and uplifted, and thought about it the rest of the day.

The next day, I was sitting in the same chair, and he came back AGAIN!  And again, hovered and beat his beautiful wings right in front of me.  I knew God was sending me a sign that there is always hope, that there is always something to be excited about, that He is always with me.

Fast forward to Christmas 2019.  I had just had my fourth surgery on the same ankle since 2016.  Feeling a bit low again, as the cycle of injury and surgery seemed unending.  I opened up my present from my son and daughter-in-law…..a hummingbird necklace.  They did not know about my hummingbird experience.  It brought me to tears.  God is the same; He is still with me.  There is always hope.

The hummingbird doesn’t have strong feet, but oh, how he flies.

Praise God.

Love, Lisa

Find That Child

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People are more than what they do

The car they drive, the kind of shoe

People are more than what you see

The soul inside that yearns to be

Free as a child, running wildly through the grasses

Tumbling madly into the waters

Knowing that they can do it all again and again and again

With no agenda, no worries, no difficulties

Look deeper, if you can, into their eyes and find that child

And give it freedom to come out awhile.

c2016 Lisa Lyons