How Many

How many prayers, cries, footsteps

How many lives, laughs, fears

Countless and many, fervent and lukewarm

Yet all were seen, heard, answered, loved

By Christ who sees, hears, answers, and loves

c2024 Lisa Lyons

Photo of Glendalough, County Wicklow, captured by Ed Lyons, September 2024

The Path of Life

We all are on our pathway through life. Most of us are trying our best. As you see here, everyone is walking towards the top of the hill in the Burren. Some are distracted by the things they see on the side; some are waiting for others. My son is choosing to walk on the challenging rocks, and my husband is choosing the smoother path. And me? I’m hanging back from the path, unsure of which way to proceed, and just taking the photograph.

One of the hardest things is understanding why people choose the paths they choose. It’s not our path; it’s not what we would choose. We just don’t understand it. It stresses us out.

The absolutes in this life are belief in Christ Jesus as the Son of God, His sacrifice for us and resurrection, the Bible.

The rest…. well, there is some wiggle room as to the path. Some will choose the smooth way, and some thrive on the rocks. And that’s ok. God has made us all to be different kinds of characters, different personalities. How boring the world would be if we were all homogenous robots.

Just make sure that you are following Jesus on your pathway, whatever it looks like. He will lead you well.

Blessings,

Lisa

Waiting for the Neon Sign

I’m waiting for the neon sign to tell me what to do

A giant one hung from God above my house so blue

This way, that way, or just stay still

I long to be useful, but still in His Will

What’s the plan? What’s my purpose?

As midlife is here

I’m up for adventure

Just tickle my ear

c2023 Lisa Lyons

Outside Observer

Lovely County Sligo sheep

I have no idea what it would be like to be a sheep. To live in a field 24/7. To eat grass all day. To be rained and blown upon by the wind. To walk around on very small legs with a very fluffy body.

As I looked upon them, I felt I could think what they were thinking. But I know I cannot. It is outside of my understanding.

So much of life, of God, of eternity, is past my understanding. For now, I am the outside observer, doing my best to understand, but really, it is past me. But one day, I will understand. For “…we will be like Him, for we shall see Him as He is.” (1John 3:2b)

I will be on the inside track. With Jesus and those who have gone before. Amazing thought. Knowing me, I will go up to a sheep and say, “Hey, tell me all about how it is to be you.” 😉 And hopefully, I can find a lovely bird somewhere who will let me fly along with him and see how that feels as well.

And so goes my thoughts on a Saturday morning….

Have a blessed weekend! Love, Lisa