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Hardly a day goes by that I don’t think about the trip I took to Ireland this past spring. I never thought it possible to fall in love with a place, but I did. Never in a million years did I dream that I would get to go to such a place, but I did.
The time I spent at the Cliffs of Moher was, without a doubt, my favorite. I felt peace and exhilaration at the same time. It was a unique worship experience as I drank in the beauty of God’s handiwork.
Tiny yellow flowers dotted the grassy areas along the banks of the cliffs. Their smiling faces created a chorus of floral beauty. I joined in with my own voice and let the wind carry my praises upward.
Each time I look at these pictures they remind me of the joy I felt while standing at the edge of these cliffs. And I grow more and more determined to return one day to stand in that spot again, drinking in the magnificent scenery.
Jehovah is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; My God, my rock, in whom I will take refuge; My shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.
Have I mentioned that I went to Ireland? I thought so.
- Mark 8:34
- Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: “If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.”
Elvis sighting in Ireland at the Shannon Airport. Yeah, I know, it’s supposed to be “Wordless Wednesday”, but I felt like there needed to be a little explanation.
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This is a picture of me and Sis on our cruise on the only fjord in Ireland, Killary Fjord. It was a nice cruise. A little cool and windy but the hot cocoa on board was quite tasty!
PS – Fjords are long and narrow sea inlets with high steeply sloped walled sides that have been formed by glaciers. Or the hand of God, depending on who you ask.
I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea
From the fishin boats at Dingle to the shores at Dunehea
I miss the River Shannon and the folks at Skibbereen
The moorlands and meadows and their Forty Shades of Green
They say in Ireland that there are 40 shades of green. I BELIEVE them. I have seen them – the forty shades. Of green. And actually my sister and I decided that we probably discovered another 3 1/3 colors of green while we were there so we are upping the number.
For two reasons really. One because, well, we can and two because if you say 43 1/3 with an Irish accent (real or fake) it sounds like “farty tree and a turd”. Which always reduced us to a puddle of tears from our case of little girl giggles that always got us dirty looks from the ladies who sat in front of us on the tour bus.
But somehow that didn’t stop us. So 43 1/3 shades of green it is. Dirty looks and all.