The Romantic Now

The knight rides his white steed over impossibly green hills. He rides toward the hard stone of the castle’s protection, but mostly, he rides to see his love. He needs to make sure she is safe before the battle. His horse senses his need; his hooves seem to fly over the soft ground.

Aaahhh….the romance of the past. As I think of scenes such as this, it is all glory and grandeur and amazingness. In reality, the knight was probably cold, exhausted, and underfed. His body hurt from the hard days on horseback. The castle would be very cold and dark when he arrived. But his love…..that is the same as in my daydreams.

Love has the ability to transcend conditions, circumstance, history.

People of the past had no idea that their reality would be romanticized in the future. They just knew they were living and doing the best they could.

Challenge to myself? To live today as if it were a movie. Glory, grandeur, drama, love. Because life does have all of that. If I will just open up my eyes to see it.

Our home is our castle, now. The romantic now.

The saying, “Write your story well” comes to mind. So true. Let your character soar today.

Blessings, Lisa

Images: Donegal Castle, Ireland. 2015 Ed Lyons

Love Like Waves

God’s waves in the sky over our home in Virginia this afternoon

Love is like waves…..endless, beautiful, eternal, deep.

Waves can sooth because of their eternal nature.

Waves can carry you because of their properties.

Waves can be calm, playful, or stormy.

Waves can leave you breathless because of their great power.

Waves drown out all else because of their beauty and sound and being.

Waves can fill you up with God’s love, God’s voice, God’s power.

Love, true love, real love is like waves.

Lord, let me love like waves…..endlessly, relentlessly, unconditionally, eternally.

Christ in me, Christ before me, Christ behind me.

Christ to my left, Christ to my right.

Like the waves.

Love, Lisa

Protected And Safe

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Darkness swirls through my waking dreams, fears and irrationalities

But the comforting pat from a mother’s hand in the night to calm me

Huge waves threaten to force me back to shore

But the strong arms of a father lifts me up and over them all, into the glory of the ocean

Fears of being alone and unloved rise up

But the constant embrace of love from a husband’s arms reminds me over again otherwise

Unknown futures and fears of illness and pain lurk

But The Father, the Holy of Holies, the Prince of Peace shelters, calms, saves, gives hope

Protected and Safe

c 2020 Lisa Lyons