Running the Race

 

Running on a field at Trinity College

Running on a field at Trinity College

“But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”  ~Philippians 3:13b-14

There are always hard things in life.  Things to face, things to conquer, things to forget.  So this verse always helps me a lot in trying to forget, in helping me to face challenges.  Life is a race, and I’m so excited that I’m heading towards Jesus at the finish line.  He’s standing there behind the ribbon, waiting, loving, helping me along all the way.  And as I run (walk, limp, hop) towards that finish, I am so hopeful.  Because this world sees things as winning versus losing, but Jesus sees my heart.  🙂  Blessings, Lisa

Running Down the Hill

IMG_3311Here is a picture of my oldest daughter running down a hill on Valentia Island.  Remember when you were a kid (or maybe you did it yesterday) and it was so awesomely fun to run down a big hill, fast, almost out of control?  I do, and I always loved it.  What I didn’t love was the feeling at the bottom.  I was usually alone, and looking up, there would be this immense (and much bigger suddenly) hill to climb back up.  But I’d pluck up my childhood energy and go back up, and then guess what?  Sometimes I’d do it again!  🙂

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Sometimes I have times in my life that are like running downhill….seamless, effortless, no problems for a time.  I’m running, I’m happy, no resistance.  Other times are definitely the climbing back up part.  I’m trudging, I’m resolved, I have the teeth gritted with determination to finish.  But oh, the feeling when I make it back up to the top.  The view, the feeling of accomplishment, and the knowing that downhills are coming again.

Whether you’re running down or headed up or simply enjoying the view, may God give you His joy and strength today for the journey.  Slainte, Lisa

“You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” – Psalm 16:11

“We walk by faith, not by sight.” – 2 Corinthians 5:7

Running to the Sea

Near Bray's Head, Ireland

Near Bray’s Head, Ireland

I had the most amazing dream last night.  I was running, barefoot, quickly and effortlessly, on very soft grass towards blue water.  Smiling and laughing and generally feeling that feeling that you feel when you’re a kid and have no troubles.  (yes, I realize I just used “feeling” too many times) No worries, no aches or pains, no thought to the future other than reaching that water.  Dreams are funny; sometimes good, sometimes weird, sometimes scary, but always usually interesting.  My favorite dreams always have something to do with travel or movement; my favorite flying dreams, where I flap my arms and take off into the sky; the dreams where I am getting ready for a trip, and now this awesome running whiz dream.  🙂  So the point of today’s blog?  Hmmm….must think, must think.  No, I don’t want to think; I just want to be happy and remember that feeling of the grass under my feet.  Be happy today.  Slainte, Lisa

 

 

 

Waiting, Seeing, Sweetness

To save money, we decided to split up.  My daughters and I would ride in the horse-drawn buggy through the Gap of Dunloe, and my husband and 15 year old son would run/walk and meet us at the boats.  We joked about who would arrive first…the trusty horse and its passengers, or the hearty he-men who would conquer the mountainous terrain.  Amazingly, the hearty he-men kept catching up with us at various points along the way, as seen in the below picture.

Joshua, catching up with our jaunting car.

We did reach the bridge leading to Lord Brandon’s Cottage only 10 minutes before our guys, and we waited anxiously and excitedly for their arrival.  That’s us in the first picture…you can just see the top of little Amy’s head.  My husband is taking the picture, and I can remember how happy we were to see them coming.  Absence had indeed made our hearts grow fonder in this case, and the reunion as a family was sweet.  And of course, our guys had conquered, overcame, and reveled in the experience.  Many good stories were off and running.

Slainte, Lisa