The Beauty of a Dream

God is faithful, and He showed me that again this morning.  Joshua, my oldest son, is going to James Madison University this morning, and I had been feeling rather blue about him not being around as much.  Yes, I am so proud of him; yes, I am excited for him, and yes, I also know that we will still see him a lot.  Yet, I found myself sitting around looking at pictures like this one…and you know the end result of that.  :\

Joshua, age 7, on a ramble in Ireland.

Yesterday, I wrote this quote on J’s facebook wall:

“God gives us dreams a size too big so that we can grow in them.” – Anonymous

This morning, on my daily inspirational flip calendar, there was this:

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”  – Eleanor Roosevelt

Coincidence or God’s reassurance & plans for Joshua?  You know what I think.   Then I went outside to walk my sweet dog, and there were angel rays..those beautiful sun beams that shine through the lifting fog and kiss the ground.  And God knows that I love them.  It was like He was speaking very loudly to me of His love and care for me and our whole family.  So, to make a very long story shorter, I feel better…Joshua has exciting plans ahead, dreams to dream, and a purpose from God to fulfill.  And I get to watch it unfold.  How cool is that?  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

In the Mist

In the mist, there’s an island…

An island where there are flowers and rocks and life…

Within that life, there is love…

And in that love, there is Jesus.

 

Look through the mist of your life; sometimes things look very foggy and dim, but ahead there is love and life and Jesus.  Slainte, Lisa

You Don’t Know What You’ve Got ‘Til It’s Gone…and then Back Again

We had a wonderful relaxing beach vacation last week.  A mix of sun, clouds and rain, just like I like it.  The clouds and the rain give me a “break”…a good excuse to curl up on the sofa with a book and stop going so fast.  Anyway, on our last day on the beach, my dear husband informed me that the trusty umbrella, our protector from the harsh sun’s rays, the umbrella that I am always in charge of carrying (since he is carrying everything else) did not make it home the day before.  Which meant that I had LEFT it, the poor little defenseless umbrella was left to the ravages of the ocean’s waves all night alone.  We scoured the beach house, the dunes, the decks, the stairs in vain…no umbrella.  Meanwhile, I am feeling low and pitiful for myself…not only did I forget the only thing I was in charge of, but the sun was beating down unmercifully and I could practically feel myself burning despite my sunblock.   As I sat in the beach chair, I sent my daughter on one last “scouting” expedition down the beach to see if she saw it.  And lo and behold, there it was…lying in the sand incognito.  We reclaimed/asked the nice man whom it was sitting with if he had found it, and Presto!  He gladly gave it back to us.

I have never been so happy to be sitting under an umbrella.  Which goes to illustrate the song lyric, “You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.”  Of course, as things go, it was cloudy and pouring rain within the hour, but those few minutes were precious!    Here is a picture of our lovely umbrella, in the rain of course, back at the beach house.  This time I was extra careful to bring him home.  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

The Outer Banks

The Return Home

“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.”

-George Moore, Irish poet

Life is ironic sometimes…you feel dissatisfied, restless, yearning to roam somewhere new and just see something different.  You save, you plan, you go to this new place.  You walk around looking at the new buildings, sceneries, faces; moved but sometimes overwhelmed by the sheer amount of newness.  You look for glimpses of familiarity in the faces and language swirling around you, and sometimes you see & hear it and it brings a modicum of comfort.  Could it be?  Do you actually miss home after all this wanting to escape it?  You face the last day of the journey, feeling nostalgic already for the place you are leaving.  But then, you make it home…the familiar bumps in the driveway feel more endearing, the rise of the house in front of you makes you happier than it has in a long time, and the love that you feel for home, for those dear to you that you left behind, becomes very clear and poignant.  You are home, and you are happy.

Slainte, Lisa

Not Random Occurrences

“You do a great injustice to dismiss these blessings from God as random occurrences…don’t discard God’s boundless love as mere coincidence.  His Presence is everywhere for eyes that see and ears that hear.  Keep your journey on the way of the pilgrim.”  – Brother Malachy, a character from the book The Last of the Donkey Pilgrims by Kevin O’Hara

I’m going to try to keep my ears and eyes open today.  God is whispering and sometimes shouting to me how much He loves me and wants to be closer to me.  I want to hear and see Him when He does.  Slainte, Lisa