A Cuppa Tea in My Hands

Cold morning. Still dark outside as the seasons change.

Warm Lyons tea. Hand painted cute raccoon mug.

As the warmth fills my hands, I relax. I feel better.

I enjoy holding the heat as much as drinking it.

I breathe deeply. Aahhh….

The restorative power of a cuppa tea in my hands.

Blessings on your day, and may you drink much good tea,

Lisa

Postscript….those of you who prefer coffee, insert preferred word above. 🙂

The Turning

The wind. The clouds. The change. The turning. How I love it.

I spent a glorious afternoon yesterday watching, feeling, praying, loving the wonder that is our God. The turning of the season was a thing of beauty. I tried to document it so that I would always remember.

Before the turning. Sunny, humid, 85 degrees fahrenheit, still.
The gathering clouds of the approaching cold front. Occasional breeze, humid air, 85 degrees F.
Approaching cold front, gusty winds, temperature drops to 75 degrees

This morning, breezy, beautiful, 50 degrees Fahrenheit

I pray that you know the height and depth, the strength, the force, the power of Christ’s love for you. He made this beautiful world, for you. He made beautiful plants and animals, for you. He made laughter and sunshine and wind, for you. He went to the cross and paid for every one of yours and my sins. He is waiting by the right hand of God, for you.

Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved. The turning.

Praise be to God above, Lisa

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