I was completely thrilled to discover a beautiful bit of nature tucked away behind the main roads. I wandered until I found a small road leading to some lovely Irish farms. I stood at the gates to the farms and gazed out on the fields, but I figured since it was someone's property that I shouldn't gaze too long, or they might call the police (do they do that in Ireland like they do in the US?).
SO I passed back over the lovely stone-cut bridge I had come across to the farms, slightly disappointed at my findings, when a man popped up out of nowhere and began jogging away down the road. No,he was neither a leprechaun nor a fairy, and as it turns out he did not have any magical powers, but there was a secret stone staircase on the other side of the bridge that I had not observed, as it was very small, narrow, and the gap to get out onto it was just wide enough for a person to fit through.
Naturally I went down the staircase, which led me to a path that went under the bridge and came out the other side. There was a flowing stream (they call it a canal here, but I know better!) and a small dock one can sit on and write poetry. Well, I don't know if this is what it is usually used for, but that is how I used it!
The weather had been very fine that day, and indeed has been fair many days since then, what with the warm sunshine if not the occasional hat-toppling gusts of wind that sweep through. These winds are very violent and often bring tears to my eyes, usually when I am going to class. By the time I get there they are streaming down my face so I wipe them away and hope no one asks me what's wrong.
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| Myself and My Friend Gianela at the Beach Before the Hike |
We hiked along the coast on a very squishy, deliciously muddy trail for almost two hours. The sea was fairly calm, the sky was clear, and the view was breath-taking. I only have pictures from before we started climbing right now, but the ones from the top (which my friends took, of course) are great. All I could think with each new landscape I saw (as we were winding around the cliffs and the view kept changing) was, "Wow, God, you did a good job on that one!" The moss-covered rocky ledges were simply exquisite!
On Last Sunday evening, after being gently peer-pressured into attending a Lifehouse concert, myself and two friends set off for Dublin. We arrived in the city a few hours early and went to an "Eddie Rockets," which is the Irish equivalent of "Johnny Rockets." They must be brother-cousins or something.
As we were walking in, I was saying to my friend that I felt like a poser going to a Lifehouse concert when I didn't even know what they looked like. She said she hadn't seen them before either, but had listened to them alot. We were seated in a booth and enjoying the classic hits by Johnny Cash, Aretha Franklin, and the like, when my friend and I noticed a group of well-groomed young gents who walked in and sat at a table on the other side of the booth we were sitting at. We were chatting away for a while and waiting for the waiter to come when we both suddenly looked at one another.
We started discussing the possibility that the band we were about to see had just walked in and was sitting yards away. She wanted to go and ask them, but I said that if it was them, and I was sure it couldn't be, then they would probably just want to enjoy a meal without being harassed. When we got to the concert two hours later and Lifehouse came out, guess who it was? Yes, it was the put-together dudes from Eddie Rockets. Evidently, the burgers served there must aid in one's ability to rock out, because they were very good, though very different than heavier rock bands.
All in all it has been a great two weeks, and I have begun to have much more reading, though it is for the most part enjoyable. Oh, I almost forgot: I discovered Carton House in the area while walking with a friend. It was the residence of the esteemed "Duke of Leinster," who was evidently loyal to King James (who was Scotch, and was ruling the Brits, so who wouldn't like him!) as he had a great painting of him in one of the halls. I cannot even begin to describe the high ceilings with cherub statues adorning the edges, covered with gold designs and floors with old, creaky boards. He had a fine study with drawers built in to the walls. They also had a very complex bell system, with perhaps 60 or more different bells for various parts of the house, all in one room. The servants must have been kept quite busy!
Adventure seems to lie on the threshold of my door, and I cross it quite frequently, I assure you. I am learning so much along the way, too, and thoroughly enjoying getting to know and love my new friends. I am very thankful to God for this opportunity, and for all those He places in my life, both here in Maynooth and back home!
If you would pray for me:
1) That God would constantly draw my heart and focus back to Him
2) That He would continue to work in the hearts of all those around me
3) Continued vigilance in my studies
4) Against pride, vanity, and taking things for granted
5) For great love and grace towards all those around me
6) For Teenspace- a program for youths in the area as a safe and loving environment, and hopefully for opportunities to share with them about Jesus
7) For an upcoming debate the Christian Union is putting on
8) For leaders in the Christian Union and in Maynooth Community Church--that God would give them strength, energy, endurance, wisdom, and humility



