Where Will You Land?

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You are a bird; you’re riding the currents of the wind as it tears over Valentia Island.  You sense rather than know that Portmagee and rest of Ireland is right over the water.  There is a ridge way off in the distance that you may fly to, just to feel the pull of the mountain on your wings.  But beautiful delicious fish beckon and taunt you from the sparkling waters.  Where will you land first?  Comment below; BE THE BIRD!  😉  Slainte, Lisa

A Great Day to Go Flying

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When I was ten years old, my dad learned to fly.  He did countless take-offs and landings, solos, flew cross country, took tests, and finally, he was a pilot.  The thrilling part to me was that we would get to go up with him….very soon!  I trusted him completely; after all, he was my dad, and I was always safe with my dad.  All we needed was the perfect day for our first flight as a family.  Finally, that day came.  Dad said, “It’s a great day to go flying!”  And off we went, soaring off into the blue skies in our little Cessna four-seater.  It was wonderful.  🙂

It has now been ten unbelievably hard and sad days since my amazing dad has flown away into heaven and God’s arms.  I don’t ever think I will stop missing him, wanting to talk to him, ask him a question, give him a big hug.  But I also know that where he is, there is no more crying, no more pain, and beauty beyond imagining as far as the eye can see.  And when I get there one day, he will be there, waiting, with Jesus, and he will say, “It’s a great day to go flying!”  And off we’ll go, and it will be wonderful.  I love you, Dad.  Love, Lisa