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

Writing in Time

County Donegal, Ireland, captured in 2015, Ed Lyons

Time is what we have

A gift of space, laughter, breath

Seeing, hearing, sensing, feeling

So many emotions rolling through like waves

Write it all, the good, the bad

The confusing, the maddening

The beautiful, the touching

The laugh out loud and weep all night

Writing in time to capture the wonder of life

c2023 Lisa Lyons

Do Something

Scenario One: Person sitting in chair, eyes glued to a lit screen, reading about depressing news and other people’s lives. No movement, and a mild sense of anxiety pervades.

Scenario Two: Person closes screen, walks, moves body, thinks his/her own thoughts instead of what is being fed through the media, decides to go for a walk and breath and stretch. Anxiety lessens immediately. Plan: write something, anything, get the creative wheels flowing, and then take a walk.

I have made my choice this morning. Closing this laptop as soon as I press “Publish.”

Love and blessings to you all, Lisa

Yearning Soul

The yearning is strong in that one, they said

She always is wishing and striving for what? they shook their head

She thinks too much, she’s too strung up

She just needs to be happy and content and shut up

But she is happy in her way, and she loves to think

She feels like the wind, just whipping along

To whatever new beauty the world has in store

She ponders, then lights, then moves on

The only way to create is feel the push and discontent growing within

Then let it out and enjoy the rush

Of the newness, the freshness, the hope and joy

The yearning soul who longs to see

A bit of heaven on earth, a bit of God that we

All have in our souls to create and to yearn

For something better, something Him, something beautiful.

c2023 Lisa Lyons

Not Just An Old Stick

When my dear Nannie was in her 90s, she would call herself an “old stick.” We would always lovingly tell her that she was definitely not an old stick and that she was beautiful. That God still had a purpose for her. We talked a lot about how she could pray for people. That she had the time and the heart to do so. And I know she did. Nannie loved her God, loved her church, and loved her family. And so she prayed to her heavenly Father as she sat in her chair. She was a fruitful, beautiful branch attached to the Vine.

Sometimes I feel hopeless in many situations. What can I do? What can possibly help? The only thing that can help many times is prayer. Turning that person or situation over to Jesus our Shepherd.

When you don’t know what to do, pray. If you don’t know God, pray. Ask Him to show you that He is real. He will.

“I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in Me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from Me you can do nothing.” – John 15:5

Blessings, Lisa