There have been many memorable moments in our Ireland journeys where the wind felt like it was literally holding us up, pushing us along, carrying us on the distinctive Irish scent of salt air and green fields. Moments that took your breath away, pushed all the worry far from mind.
Braving the winds outside Glencolmcille, so we could hear the sheep below.
Our son braving knock you down wind in 2011 in County Kerry
The beauty of an isolated windswept beach, County Kerry.
Sometimes, the wind that feels like it could knock you down, actually holds you up. And rewards you with beauty and clarity unknown before.
“He makes the clouds his chariot and rides on the wings of the wind. He makes winds his messengers.” -Psalm 104:3b, 4a
Lean into the wind. He will hold you up. Love, Lisa
There are not always answers to our never ending “why’s”. Sometimes things just happen. Not so good things. Very, very hard, never ending things. Physical as well as emotional. My first instinct is to ask “why?”, but over the past few years of seemingly constant injury and surgeries, I have learned that maybe God just wants me to be faithful. To trust Him, no matter what. Just to be…..to breathe…..to stay quietly in His green pastures beside His still waters. To praise Him, because He knows what He is doing. He is making me more like Him. He is strengthening me. He made me, He sustains me, He loves me. No matter what.
It is so freeing……I don’t have to figure out the why’s. I don’t have to do anything spectacular. I just have to be faithful.
Praying for you, because I know all of you are probably going through something hard right now as you read this. Big hugs. Love, Lisa
Photo: Sheep quietly trusting and abiding on a cliff edge in Donegal, Ireland.
This is one of very favorite pictures of my husband and me.
What you see: Laughter, happiness, joy, beauty of the Slieve League cliffs in Donegal.
What you also see: our new acquaintance’s thumb, which showed up in every single photo he took of us, until we were all beside ourselves with laughter.
What you don’t see: a walking cane that took me from point A to point B, the pain of walking that it took to get to that photo taking spot, my husband’s stress from lovingly taking such good care to get me to this spot.
And this is why I love it. In pain, in hard times, in difficulties, there can be great joy. There can be great beauty. Great strength. Great determination. Great hope.
And a Great God over it all.
I am glad to be back, sharing with you all. God is doing a new thing in my heart, and renewing my spirit. Let me hear from you! I have missed you. Love, Lisa