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 Mist of Mystery

Dalkey, Ireland in the mist

The mist of my knowledge swirls through the mind

The haze of what I do not know blankets the doorways of time

God alone knows all, why do I worry

He will lead me through the mist of His Mysteries

c 2022 Lisa Lyons

“And He made known to us the mystery of His will according to His good pleasure, which He purposed in Christ, to be put into effect when the times will have reached their fulfillment – to bring all things in heaven and on earth together under one head, even Christ.” – Ephesians 1:9-10


“He reveals mysteries from the darkness
And brings the deep darkness into light.” – Job 12:22

“It is He who reveals the profound and hidden things;
He knows what is in the darkness,
And the light dwells with Him.” – Daniel 2:22

I think a lot of anxiety stems from holding on tightly to the outcome of the future. From trying to control what will be. When I let go, really let go, and trust God for the outcome and the meaning of the mysteries, there is an amazing sense of surrender. Of peace.

There are things that I will never understand until I see Christ Jesus face to face, and I am glad of that. I am glad that my God is great and mighty and way past all my human comprehension. He is worthy, holy, amazing. He is God, and I am not.

Praise to Him, Lisa

Look Up, Look Out, Breathe Deep

Life is hitting us all hard these days. Everyone I know is going through some majorly stressful and difficult challenges. Call it escapism, call it avoidance, but I have found something that helps me like nothing else.

I look up. I focus on Christ, the author and perfector of my faith.

I look out. I see the trees, the sky, the animals, the things that He has made.

I breathe deeply, if I can. Sometimes the stress is too much, and I get a pitifully shallow breath, but I refocus on God’s things, and try again. Breathe, and breathe again.

Find the things you love. Clouds, birds, your pet, your best friend, your parents, a delicious cup of tea, a piece of homemade carrot cake. Relish it. Sit in the moment of enjoying it for as long as it takes.

Here is a photograph of a jet-lagged, pain-weary me arriving in Ireland a few years ago. It had been a hard journey, and my ankle was hurting. But my husband stopped the car by the ocean on the side of the road. I got out, and the unmistakable smell of Ireland overtook me. The clean strong wind cleansed all the gunk out. I could breathe. The look you see in those tired eyes is pure joy and relief. Look for your Ireland today, wherever it may be, whatever form it takes. God never leaves you, never forsakes you, ever.

Looking up, looking out, breathing deep.

Blessings, Lisa

Our Shepherd

 

Trusting sheep in County Kerry, Ireland

“He tends his flock like a shepherd: He gathers the lambs in his arms and carries them close to his heart; he gently leads those that have young.” – Isaiah 40:11

 “When Jesus landed and saw a large crowd, he had compassion on them, because they were like sheep without a shepherd. So he began teaching them many things.” – Mark 6:34

“For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their shepherd; ‘he will lead them to springs of living water. ’And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.’ “- Revelation 7:17

“The LORD is my shepherd, I lack nothing.” – Psalm 23:1

Praise God that He loves us and cares for us so well. No matter what comes, He is there to find us, to rescue us, to feed us, to lead us to a place of peace. Blessings, Lisa