So many hurting people, so much overwhelming sense of “what can I do?” My heart has been aching for those people I will maybe never know who are hurting, right now, in some way that I don’t know. I want to help. I am praying, I am crying out to God to touch them in the way that only He can. I am asking Him to help me not to judge, only to love. Not to give hurting people clichéd, tired answers to their problems, but just to listen, to put a hand on theirs. Because we all have been sad, we’ve all been hurt, we all need help. If you’re hurting today, please know that even though I may not know you, I’m praying for you. If you want to write, I’ll write back. Love, Lisa
“The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart and saves such as have a broken spirit. Many are the afflictions of the righteous, But the Lord delivers him from them all.” ~Psalm 34:18
“I have found the paradox,
that if you love until it hurts,
there can be no more hurt, only more love.”
These two bovine creatures are on edge, on the wrong side of the fence, living dangerously. This was taken approaching Dingle, and we felt bad for their precarious situation, but didn’t want to make it worse by “helping” them back. And as we know nothing about cows….Plus these two seemed quite content in their spot of choice.
Sometimes people put themselves in bad situations; we want to help, but we don’t know how. We talk to them, we try to reason…but unless they want to get out of the craziness, they’ll just go back. So then I pray, because God can talk them back from the edge in a way that I just can’t. 🙂 Blessings for your Monday, Lisa
We Americans tend to be rugged individualists, and that can be a good thing and a bad thing. Sometimes it’s good to work hard and stand without needing constant assistance. But sometimes, we all need other people. We need their encouragement, their laughter and smiles, and their help. To help us stand a little taller, ease the burden for a little while, and let us know we are not alone.
So today, I am thankful for those people in my life….my husband, my parents, health care people, friends, and the list could go on and on. Because “sometimes you can’t make it on your own.” (U2, Sometimes You Can’t Make It On Your Own, HTDAAB) Thank you so much for helping me in this journey; you all make it much better. 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
“Break my heart for what breaks His…” – Wes Stafford, President of Compassion Intl.
It’s been almost a week now since Hurricane Sandy tore through the Northeast. Almost seven days of nonstop news coverage, showing unimagineable destruction, loss and heartbreak. But now the presidential election is upon us, and the news is shifting more and more away from the northeast and onto the latest and greatest big news story. Due to many factors, not the least of these shortening attention spans, uncomfortableness with focusing on others’ suffering, and the need for the ever-important TV ratings, the news stations move on. And we forget. Because life gets busy, there are things that we need to do in our everyday lives, children, jobs, bills, etc. But the same people are up there in NY, NJ, over in Sudan, or India, or the Middle East, suffering and struggling and trying to rebuild their lives.
I wish I was the kind of girl that knew how to fix things, or move big trees, or give medical treatments. But I’m not. So it’s so easy for me to tune out, to focus on what’s right in front of me, to think there’s nothing I can do. But I can pray, and pray more, and try not to forget people who are suffering. And I can give a little money to help. We’re not rich by any means, but compared to so many in the world, we are. So I’m going to look right now for a good reputable charity that is working in the Northeast and give some money, even if it’s just a little bit. Because it’s at least doing something, and I know that someday I would be thankful if the same thing happened here in my hometown. And I pray that God will continue to keep my heart soft, because life is hard and it’s so easy to get hardened along with it. But I don’t want to forget. Blessings, Lisa