When I had thought of this week, I thought it was no big deal. Just another last week of June with extremely hot temperatures. But Christ…
He has other plans for this week. There is a lot going in the Body of Christ. If it isn’t seen on the outside, it is known in the spirit. Life is growing. Life is changing us. Life is making itself known. And we are just being.
My friend Jon told his fiance’ Shanda who told the rest of us ladies something that is on repeat in my mind.
It’s already done. We just have to walk into what Christ has already done.
You see, before the foundations of the world were spoke into being, plans were laid out for each of us. These plans were made before there was time and space. Before light and day. Before seas and animals and plants.
I may not know the answer, or the next step, or how to get from point A to point B, but truth is I don’t have to know. It’s already done. I just get to align myself with Christ. I get to rest in Him and in the knowledge that He will accomplish it.
With this mindset, worry fades to non-existent. With this mind-set, tragedies are more opportunities for light to break through. Knowing that as I align myself with Christ everything is accomplished as He has already determined them to be–makes striving for something I already have seem pointless. Any hope or dream or desire placed on my heart has already come true. I just walk into them.
Maybe that happens this week. Maybe next week. Maybe it is three years from now. But as Christ is outside of time and space and I am in Him–reality is–it’s already done.
Ireland was grand! For better or worse, I’m a processor and it will take me a while to process all the joys and triumphs and not-so-joyous moments of the trip.
The Irish people are as beautiful as their country. For months leading up to the trip I had read on various websites that the Irish people are some of the friendliest of any country. They will stop and help the tourist before the tourist can ask. I was reading Irish websites, so I thought they had to say things like that. However, it wasn’t false advertising.
They really are a wonderful people who will go out of their way to help and chat about things that once were. They will tell you of the family you may have been related or take time to put a key chain together so you can take it home for your friend. They will congratulate you on the fact you get to enjoy the nice weather they are having and marvel that you are not sweating in the heat they are experiencing (which is roughly high 60s). They only tell you to visit places they would go and in Dublin they write on the streets “Look Right” or “Look Left” so you don’t get hit by the traffic that is on the “wrong” side of the road.
Driving was fun, at least for me. My dad didn’t have a heart attack, so eventually he calmed down. I am pretty sure that I was cursed at multiple times that first day, trying to get out of Dublin’s traffic. Sorry about that Dubliners! Maybe a little grace was given after they saw the huge “thrifty car rental” sticker on the back window, I can’t say for sure.
When I lost the rental car key on our horse riding adventure in Kilarney, the first words out of our guides mouth were “oh shit.” I couldn’t have said it better myself. She radio her friends on the trail to give them a heads up about it. Dad and I retraced our steps and when I had turned around to go start making phone calls, dad found the key. And I realized it was about much more than finding a key. (more on this later)
The town of Kenmare was surprisingly gracious. I loved this little town and I want to go back and spend more time there, as well as near the Cliffs of Mohre and I desperately need to spend time in Doolin. The area of Connemara is dotted with small mountains and little lakes and is breathtaking in every direction.
I find the Irish to be puntastic and have the market on sarcasm. If you aren’t careful you miss that they are being jovial. I love this. It was in their sarcasm that I felt like I belonged there. Some will say this isn’t grand at all, yet it was in the moments you understood you were friend, not just visitor.
And for having never spent 10 days with my dad, I think we did pretty well. I understand why my mother has always said ‘you’re your father’s daughter’ as we have many of the same mannerisms. We were able to talk about how the trip couldn’t have happened 5 years ago and it was happening at the perfect time. Christ revealed himself to me through my dad, which is something I would not have accepted until now. (more on this later as well)
It’s a small recap and I’m sure you’ll continue to read about Ireland, here on this blog, for some time. There is still much to be said.