Around the unseen corner, lead me.
Down the steep hill, lead me.
Across the rocky path, lead me.
To peaceful green pasture.
To blue sea.
To sky and heaven above.
Lord, You lead me every moment.
Thank You.
Love, Lisa
*Hornhead Loop, near Dunfanaghy, Ireland
Monasterboice, established 5th century, County Louth, Ireland
History is a story. A story of where we’ve been, lessons we’ve learned, both good and bad. History forgotten is time wasted. It sets people up for repeating mistakes over and over.
One of the best things about Ireland is the respect shown for the past. They don’t tear down the past, simply because it might be empty, falling apart, or what is considered to be culturally irrelevant by some. The celtic crosses, the monasteries, the abandoned cottages. They remain as a testament to what was, what was learned, where they have been. And gives an amazing sense of hope for the future. That the things of God remain, that no matter what man might say, God is alive and well in 2020 and forever.
Love, Lisa
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
She is climbing, steadily, steadfastly. Head down, feet searching for firmness.
She will not give up. That is thankfully not even in her mind.
She will keep climbing, keep trying, keep walking.
Upward, onward.
Love, Lisa
Lisa
Photo: Silver Strand sheep, County Donegal, Ireland
Dunluce Castle in County Antrim, Ireland, was built around 1500. Impressive, beautiful, terrifying. The ruins that remain teeter right on the edge of the cliff. Yet, they remain. The rock and stone hold, through many years of waves and wind.
I am held and sustained, much more so than man-made castle walls, by my Lord God Creator. The Rock holds me fast. My walls may crumble a bit, but He has me held tightly in His grasp, firm in the Rock.
“The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.” – Psalm 18:2
Love, Lisa
