Lord, be glorified in this day, in all that we do, in all that we say, see, hear, taste, touch, and be. Let his whole journey be done in awe and worship of you. As you touch our hearts on this journey, I ask that we be vessels to touch those along our way.
Wake your Irish children from sleep. Bring revival to the land.
Our nation is so young – the rebellious teen gone away from home. But these lands, this earth beneath our feet, these people are our ancestors with roots in ancient faith, ancient communion with you.
Watch over us as we go, I pray, over our families at home, and our nation.
Whatever it is that you’ve brought us here for, help us to be in the moment who and what you’d have us to be.
You are good, Father God, Lord Jesus, Holy Spirit. You are good ALL THE TIME. In every age, in every day. Let the fruit of this day belong to YOU.
I give you glory and honor and praise always, in Jesus’ name.
I’m writing while the others get ready to pack up. I’m ready and raring to go on our next adventure!
So far TWO things stand out… the School of Falconry (for obvious reasons 🙂 ), and the Castle ruins the first day at Cashel. It was the place where the High Kings of Ireland ruled for centuries. WE stood in tht place among that stories thate were there, the air that was there when the High Kings were made and High Kings fell; where daughters were given in marriages like gambling chips; where battle plans were drawn and enemy forces gathered. We walked on the same earth, passed bneath the arches of the High Kings of Ireland – where the history of the world was saved, books and art gathered to be spared from the torch.
We touched the very stones of time where other fingers grazed and footsteps fell… and just for a moment, time intersected and I stood there, a stranger, a future visitor among the Kings and Queeens with ther great big dogs, clamouring children, and the sounds of leather creaking on horse harnesses. 🙂 My secret and yours, Lord – for now. THANK YOU for that glimpse of time passed.
We are leaving this cottage. Todays stops will be in Westport for lunch at the Olive Tree, and we’ll be staying at Castleview Bed and Breakfast. We plan to visit Sligo Abbey. We have a bit of free time, then will have dinner in Sligo.
Out new Bed and Breakfast is Castleview – and YES! there is a castle in view! 🙂 It is on the edge of the lake and can be seen from the front of the parking area. Gorgeous! It reflects the sunshine/clouds or whatever combination the weather happens to be.
Our hostess is Abigail (name changed), and such a lovely, friendly version of the Irish people. She told wonderful stories while she served us hot tea and biscuits (cookies). A very sad story was about the death of her daughter brought on by bullying and the use of social media to torment her. Out of her death came a trial, social awareness of the bullying problem, and a movement to change such things.
Her daughter’s grave is covered in small gifts from her classmates.
Abigail said she had grieved so much for her beloved child, that one day her daughter spoke to her. She asked her daughter if there was anything she wanted, and she told her that she wished her dog could be with her. The dog got sick shortly after and was suffering terribly. Abigail said she told the dog to go to her departed daughter and the dog breathed her last breath that easily and died.
The other great story was about her boyfriend telling her to get all dolled up. So, she had her make-up and hair done because they were going somewhere special. She thought he was taking her to Ashford Castle for dinner in the dining room BUT he told her to bring the dog. This made no sense to take the dog on a dress up date two hours away. She was getting more and more confused and frustrated.
His big surprise was that he was taking her for a SEA WRAP – NOT a fancy dinner at the castle. And there she was all dressed up, hair and make-up done. Once he realized his mistake, he made it up to her the next day, put the dog in a kennel while they had supper at Ashford Castle. :
Irish men apparently have about as much of a clue as American men in some areas! 🙂
Abigail suggested we visit the Abbey of Creevelea instead of the Abbey of Sligo (which Coty had planned.) It was a great choice – off the beaten path. No other people were there except us. We could wanddr about at will and check out the ruins freely. There was a fresh grave in the graveyard, and all were well taken care of. Even the ruins are beautiful.
We ate at Sligo. I had bangers and mash, just because I had always heard of this dish. BLUCK! Sausage on mashed potatoes covered with onion gravy. BLUCK!
We have a peat fire in the fireplace. What a beautiful house! We met Agnes, another young woman who cleans, and J.J. the owner.
I love the people in our tour group. Coty has put so much time, thought, and effort into making these arrangements for us, it is truly incredible. He is an amazing young man. He doesn’t realize yet that this was a divine set up – not just for him leading a tour, but because God was making a connection between us all for purposes yet untold. Karen is quiet, but oh, the waters surging inside of her are deep! Sandy is an amazing travel companion and we get along splendidly, as if we have been close friends forever. Jen is young and beautiful, and works for FEMA. She is full of travel and adventure.
Abigail told us more of her daughter’s story – rape, humiliation through social media, bullying, and in the end she took her own life. Father, please touch this precious lady and comfort her heart. Soothe her wounded spirit. Speak to her soul and drw her unto Yourself, in Jesus’ name. Help us to help her heal, and point her toward Yourself, who redeems and loves the broken.
Thank you, Father for the lessons you are teaching us. Thank you for directing our paths. Thank you for arranging appointments for us along the way within our scheduled appointments.
The owner of the B&B, J.J. is running a festival currently – the Wild Atlantic Way Matchmaking Festival.
This is real. They have Matchmaking Festivals here in different places that run for a week at a time. They said it is mostly farmers looking for wives and single women from all around the world are looking for husbands. For real!
Others are staying here in this LARGE and lovely B & B. There was a group of Finnish boys, a guy from Australia, and a couple from Germany… and our little group from USA.
The World comes to Ireland in search of ancestral roots! Amazing! I truly hadn’t realized that the Irish scattered across the face of the earth when the famine and hardships came.