The light of the Christmas star to you,
The warmth of home and hearth to you,
The cheer and good will of friends to you,
The hope of a childlike heart to you,
The joy of a thousand angels to you,
The Love of the Son,
And God’s peace to you.
-Irish Christmas blessing
Merry Christmas from our home to yours! Love, Lisa
As a child, it was comforting to be tucked in, snug and warm in a familiar soft blanket. When the blankets were all around, it seemed that nothing could get me from under the bed or outside in the hallway. And when the bad dreams came, a hand of comfort from a caring parent could calm and send me back to sleep.
So I was so encouraged this morning to discover a treasure of a Bible verse:
“You hem me in – behind and before; You have laid Your hand upon me.” – Psalm 139:5
Tucked in by God. Protected by His blanket of angels. Patted back to calm by His mighty hand.
What an image of peace. Of His great love for us. Of protection. Of safety.
You are loved, I am loved. Beyond imagination and measure.
Love, Lisa
Snow comes down, slowly, gently
Covering what was… with what is
Snow makes beautiful what was mundane, marred
Covering what was… with what is
The blessed covering, the quiet, the peace
c2020 Lisa Lyons
“Blessed is he whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered.” – Psalm 32:1
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
I love to try to fix things. I love to try to offer the perfect advice that will make everything alright. I love to be there and try to put myself in their place and help.
All of that is well and good, but many times, what is really needed is for me just to listen.
That’s it.
Surrender control, surrender thinking that somehow I know what is best, surrender trying to fix everything.
The only thing I can control is how I love God and love others. God is strong enough and more than capable of fixing the problems of the world. Infinitely more qualified and wise and in control.
Love, love, love. That is what I can control. Surrender to love. Big, expansive, never ending, unconditional, smiling, laughing, hugging love. Running headlong into a field of daisies love. Yelling loud from the top of a mountain love. Nestling deep into a comfy bed of blankets love.
Surrender, Lisa. And love.
Love, Lisa
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