Sweet, Beautiful Freedom

So….I’ve been thinking alot lately about freedom.  What a precious gift from God it is.  Freedom of speech, to be able to state what you believe in, even if it may differ from someone else’s beliefs….freedom to play soccer in Sudan, to just be children while the country continues to war on…Freedom from guilt and sin, to be able to start again and make a new and better life.

Children in a refugee camp in Jaac, South Sudan, playing soccer.

Children praying for freedom from war.

Freedom is…………….you fill in the blank.

“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.  Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves by burdened again by a yoke of slavery.”  (Galatians 5:1)

“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free…if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”  (John 8:32,36)

“Oh, sweet, oh, beautiful, oh sweet, oh beautiful freedom…” (Intro to Beautiful Day, U2, U2360 Live)

Contemplating, living, and always trying to love more.    Slainte, Lisa

For more information on these pictures and how to help, please visit www.savethenuba.com and www.persecutionproject.org .

My husband works for this organization, and I can vouch for their accountability and compassion for the Sudanese people.

My Tribute to a Great Writer

Maeve Binchy, born 1940 and passed from this world two days ago in 2012, was my favorite Irish writer.  She wrote fiction set in rural Irish villages, and filled that fiction to the brim with characters of all types, realistic daily happenings that somehow never seemed boring, and some of the best dialogue writing I have ever read.  When you read her books, you felt as if you were transported to that Irish town, and had suddenly become close personal friends with the characters by the intimate writing voice she used.

I didn’t always like her characters or the choices they made…sometimes they made bad decisions that I didn’t agree with.  But they were always real.  Binchy’s characters weren’t flimsy, stereotypical fabrications; they seemed like people you run into everyday.  People making good and bad decisions, people making decisions that affect the rest of their lives one way or the other.

So thank you, Maeve Binchy, for giving me so many wonderful reading hours beside your stories.  I enjoyed every one of them, and will enjoy many more when I re-read them.  Slainte, Lisa

Not Random Occurrences

“You do a great injustice to dismiss these blessings from God as random occurrences…don’t discard God’s boundless love as mere coincidence.  His Presence is everywhere for eyes that see and ears that hear.  Keep your journey on the way of the pilgrim.”  – Brother Malachy, a character from the book The Last of the Donkey Pilgrims by Kevin O’Hara

I’m going to try to keep my ears and eyes open today.  God is whispering and sometimes shouting to me how much He loves me and wants to be closer to me.  I want to hear and see Him when He does.  Slainte, Lisa

A New Day

The sun breaking through the rain clouds off of Doolin’s coast.

O God who created the sun, You are the sun of my soul & I adore Your brightness.

I love You, O Everlasting Light.  May I see You in the bright light of Your glory.

-Irish blessing

Some mornings you wake up, and you’re not really awake.  But other mornings, you wake up and begin to realize how amazing the gift of life is.  To be alive, to have a purpose, to breathe deeply of God’s good air, to see the sunshine or the clouds and be glad that you’re seeing them.  Take a moment…breathe deeply….thank God for whatever blessings are around you right now.  Be blessed.  Slainte, Lisa

Romantic Attachments and the Fortune Cookie

My husband and I were enjoying a quiet, kids-are-out-of-the-house dinner date at home.  Eating Chinese take-out, talking without interruptions, laughing at silly inside jokes, you get the picture.  Then we get to the “opening of the fortune cookie” ritual.  My slip of paper was of no consequence and is irrelevant to the post at hand.  Ed’s paper however, said the following:

“Don’t expect romantic attachments to be strictly logical or rational!”

My sweet husband held this small piece of paper up beside my face, read it out loud, looked at me, looked back at the paper, nodded, and said, “Yep, I can see that.”

I laughed indignantly, pretending to be insulted, but it was too funny to be.  Besides, I was strangely flattered to be considered illogical and irrational.  Don’t ask me why; it’s probably some side effect of being a musician.  🙂

Romance is wonderful, heady, lovely, and yes, sometimes illogical and irrational.  But marrying Ed was the most logical and rational thing I have ever done, and I’m glad that he romantically attached himself to me.

Slainte, Lisa