The Beauty of Mystery

Posted on July 26, 2023 by lyonsroarforgod

A soft, misty day in Ireland is a thing of beauty. The white blankets the green and grey with hints of what was and what could be. The imagination runs wild with imaginings. The hard lines of reality meld into the soft focus of dreams.

*Misty Carlingford Lough, Northeastern Ireland*

One of my very favorite things to say when confronted with anything I don’t understand or don’t know the outcome, is, “I don’t know…. it’s a mystery.” (loosely paraphrased from Shakespeare in Love.) And for some wonderful reason, I can relax about it and enjoy the waiting and uncertainty more. Instead of scary, things seem magical and exciting, unknown and different.

*The wonder of exploring an abandoned cottage in the misty Killarney woods*

The beauty of mystery, of not knowing, of release, of not so perfect, of all too human.

Blessings,

Lisa

When The Clouds Came To Visit

Posted on October 25, 2022 by lyonsroarforgod

The Mist, The Winter, The Star

Posted on December 21, 2020 by lyonsroarforgod

There is a thick mist this morning. Sitting quietly and peacefully upon the earth, cloaking all with its heaviness. But the effect is quite calming. As if everything is taking a deep rest, a pause, a waiting. Waiting for the Christmas star this evening, the lining up of Saturn and Jupiter, for the first time in 800 years. Waiting for the sky to clear and God’s glory to be revealed. Waiting for the celebration of Christ’s birth. Expectant, hopeful.

Expectant despite the advent of the cold.

Hopeful despite COVID and political differences.

The Lord Jesus Christ, the One who is triumphant over the cold, the despair, the differences, the sicknesses, the hopelessness.

“There is surely a future hope for you, and your hope will not be cut off.” – Proverbs 23:18

Expectant, hopeful. Love, Lisa

Enjoy this spare, quiet version of “In the Bleak Midwinter” by Andrea Corr.