Banish Misfortune

Happy St. Patrick’s Day! As always, my heart is yearning for beautiful Ireland, and the music follows.

Carrick-A-Rede, County Antrim, Photo Ed Lyons

Here is a reworked version of the tune, “Banish Misfortune”, with some new lyrics I added, retitled “God Is Stronger”. It’s just a rough demo I recorded at home on the piano. I pray it encourages you on this day and helps you and me to remember that God is indeed stronger than ANYTHING we face. He can do everything, anything, all things.

Love to you all, and enjoy the day!

Love, Lisa

This World Is Not My Home

Are you feeling overwhelmed? Is this world and its constant troubles weighing heavy on your soul? This song by Rich Mullins, recorded live in 1992, came into my mind this morning. Once again, the thought of what is waiting for me in Heaven with my Heavenly Father and the Lord Jesus Christ covered me in warmth and comfort like the best of soft cuddly blankets.

“In this world, you will have trouble, but take heart! I have overcome the world.” – John 16:33

“Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” – Matthew 11:28-29

“Instead, they were longing for a better country- a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them.” – Hebrews 11:16

“But our citizenship is in Heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ.” – Philippians 3:20

Take heart, look up, be God’s. Love, Lisa

Birds In the Shop

There was once a pet shop that specialized in selling exotic birds from all over the world. Each was beautiful and unique in its own way.

One was flamboyant, colorful, loud, opinionated. She squawked and preened and positioned herself all day for best effect.

Another was more subdued and quieter. Muted browns and dark reds, quiet moaning coos, but still beautiful. She preferred to be left alone and remain still.

And then there was the singing bird. The one who, if she had her way, would sing all day. Not particularly colorful, but when she sang, her true beauty and uniqueness shone. The other birds became annoyed with her, and by looks and glares, they convinced her it was best to remain quiet.

All of this continued for many days, weeks, months. The tension in the shop was palpable, even though the birds all had their own unique wonderfulness.

Until one day, the shop door was propped open. A warm spring wind was present, and the shop owner wanted to feel the hope of spring on his face. He did not notice that the songbird’s cage had been left slightly ajar after the cleaning. All he saw, moments later, were the joyful tailfeathers of the singing bird as she flew away to freedom. He heard her singing voice, and he smiled.

After that day, the other birds decided they missed the singing bird, and they were kinder to each other. They let each other be who they were. All birds who were created uniquely and beautifully. And sometimes on a warm spring day, they would hear the beautiful song of their friend, the singing bird.