What is a church? Is it four walls, beautiful stained glass, soaring organ music? Is it people who love God, gathering together? This church ruin in Ireland once held people, coming together to worship by the sea. Is it not a church because the roof is gone? Or does Jesus hold all things together by His love and grace and mercy? Questions, questions, but He holds all the answers. We just trust, and worship, and love, and continue on towards Him. Slainte, Lisa
A reminder of what was in time past…an abandoned home, Skellig Michael out in the sea, an akilter gate. Bittersweet in its beauty, reminders of things almost remembered. Memories that aren’t yours, but feel like they could be. Slainte, Lisa
Between the walls, the rocks, the history, the memories. Have a blessed weekend, Lisa
A beach where no one seemed to walk,
A church that had few walls but still had beauty,
Souls at rest,
Peaceful day.
Slainte, Lisa
*Postscript: Days like these are why I love Ireland so. So many places that seem untouched by tourism and glitz; just time, history, rocks, water, sky. Quintessential Ireland.
Beauty, form, structure may fade…
but memories and love lasts. Slainte, Lisa
