I Will Fly

sheepleaping

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.” ~Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie

When I was three, I spent an entire summer trying to fly, and I was sure that I could.  Everyday I climbed atop my dog’s house, 3 or 4 feet off the ground, and I would close my eyes.  I would feel the wind under my arms, my body, and imagine lifting off the ground in flight.  I would jump with full expectation of lifting and staying off the ground, each time I tried.  I had, and still have, dreams of flying, wonderful dreams of weightless joy.

And I will fly one day, of that I have no doubt.  I will fly with the angels, in the Heavens in the place that Jesus has prepared for me.  No doubts, no weight, no sorrow, only effortless joy and praise.

My prayer is that God will continue to help me fly while I’m on this earth as well.  That He will give me the strength to mount up with wings of eagles as I look into His wonderful face.

Love, Lisa

Sheep in My Head All Night

That’s right…I said, “sheep”, not “sleep.”  I did sleep, but mostly I heard a particular song that we recorded yesterday, “Sheep of Portmagee.”  Over and over and over.  It was like the soundtrack to my nighttime dream adventures.   🙂

Thanks for any of you who said some prayers…they helped alot!  We got all the scratch vocals and the piano & hammered dulcimer tracks recorded yesterday.  Today is the fun part, with the other musicians coming in…fiddle, tinwhistle & Irish flute, guitar, and bodhran.  I can’t wait to hear how much better the songs will sound once they’re layered in.

It’s like life…solo I’m ok, I’ll do, I can be a blessing if I’m not being lazy.  But when we work together as a group, as a team of people with the same mission and goal, it’s amazingly better, fuller, richer, and more productive.  I know I’ll come away from today being blessed by these other musicians, by their artistry, by their work ethic, and by their willingness to help with this project.

Have a wonderful day, whether solo or in a group.   🙂  Slainte, Lisa