The Mist, The Winter, The Star

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.



“My lover spoke and said to me, ‘Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me.  See!  The winter is past, the rains are over and gone.  Flowers appear on the earth, the season of singing has come….Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.’ ” ~Song of Songs 2:10-12,13b

“Weeping may tarry for the night,
    but joy comes with the morning.” ~Psalm 30:5b ESV

No matter what we go through, it will eventually get better.  Around the dark clouds, behind them somewhere, lies the sun in all its brilliance and warmth.  Underneath the cold ground of winter lie the buds and blooms of spring just waiting to break forth.  Waiting, praying, hoping.  Never giving up listening to the Voice of love.  Blessings, Lisa

Finnegan’s Snow Day

Being 3 months old, being a puppy, having your whole world turn snowy overnight…Finnegan having an awesome day!  Hope your day ahead is full of adventure and new things.  Slainte, Lisa


Having scaled the snowy mountain, Finnegan holds fast, legs braced.

"I know that grass is down here somewhere!"  Finnegan digs in vain.

“I know that grass is down here somewhere!” Finnegan digs in vain.

Finnegan surrenders to the comforts of a warm couch and a nap.

Finnegan surrenders to the comforts of a warm couch and a nap.


Bridge to Beautiful


When I’m in the midst of winter, sometimes it feels that it will last forever.  But every year, I’m wrong!  Spring and summer come back, the world warms again, sweaters are gratefully put away, and the warmth floods through my body as a tonic.  So on this cold day when we’re calling for 5-8 inches of snow, I need to remember that.  It’s coming.  There’s a bridge leading to beautiful, it will call my name, and I will walk upon it.  🙂  Blessings, Lisa