I’m ☘️ from both sides of my family.
My maiden name is Ireland.
Really.
Plus, I’m about as tall as a Leprechaun.
When I was in Ireland several years ago I fell in love with the rich green that lines the pathways in the Irish countryside. Before I went to Ireland I thought America had lush green grass. We do not. America has more grass but it pales in comparison to deep lush green in Ireland.
I also loved St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Dublin. It’s old. I mean seriously old. It was built in 1191 AD, long long before America was discovered. Something about that makes it seem really special.
I loved Irish lamb cooked to perfection. And I loved the way the Irish people spend hours talking and laughing after dinner. Americans seldom stay after the food is gone to spend time laughing about silly things.
I love what the Irish call Thin Spaces. They say it’s the space between heaven and earth where the connection with God is ever so thin/close. I first read about thin spaces when I studied about Irish Spirituality prior to my trip to Ireland. I think I’d always experienced thin spaces, but I didn’t know what they were called.
See for as long as I can remember, when I first wake up I’ve known God is ever so close, with angels watching over me as I sleep. Before I open my eyes, I check to see if I can remember my dreams. God speaks to me in my dreams, and sometimes God leaves messages. The first time God left me a message in my dreams I was 12 years old. That was many many moons ago. Every morning when I wake up even if I don’t have a dream that has a message I check the thin space to see if God has something for me. I’ve learned even if there isn’t a specific message there is always love and comfort.
I my 65 plus years I’ve learned that whenever we turn to God in the thin spaces, we are always blessed by something.
The older I get I use fewer words with God and I’ve found that I gain more. I do pray for people but now I bring people to God and I wait. Sometimes we get an answer, sometimes it’s healing, and on really bless-ed days it’s mountains of peace.
I think God is teaching me how to BE real.
In the interim I still love the imagination of earth. I love pretending that Leprechauns are real and Captain America and the Hulk do exist.
So, Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all! If you have a chance, in honor of the Irish take time to enjoy life like the Leprechauns do!
Deborah
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