The Freedom to Write When You Have Nothing to Say

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First of all….this is not a political post.

Secondly….nothing is something.

It has been many, many weeks since I have written in this poor neglected blog. I could give you an absurdly long list of reasons why, but I will spare you the excuses. Mostly, it was because of one big reason.

I felt I had nothing to say.

Nothing new, nothing of interest, nothing that would not offend someone, nothing that would fix the problems, nothing that encouraged.

But God opened up the thought to me this morning that nothing is still something. We all have something to say that is worthwhile, meaningful, helpful….even if it has been said a thousand times before. Because we are all individuals, going through this life in our own way. The lens of how we see life makes what we see, and say, and write, different yet helpfully the same.

My encouragement to any of you reading this? Your nothing is not nothing. It is something. Something very precious to God. Keep speaking, keep writing, keep hoping.

Love, Lisa

Feeding the Soul

In these days of confusion, discouragement, anger, disagreement, God stands in sharp contrast. He is none of these things. He is the Alpha and Omega, the Bright Morning Star, the Way, the Truth, the Light. He draws all people to Himself.

Feeding your soul on the things and words of Christ is essential in these days. I spent fifteen minutes reading His scriptures this morning, and it felt like jumping in a refreshing cool clear Caribbean sea. No waves, no turbulence, just peace.

Feed your soul on Him. He is all you need. Enjoy this beautiful worship song from Second Chapter of Acts, circa 1985 “Night Light”. Love, Lisa

To The King

I have been quiet, I know. To be very honest, I have been mourning. Mourning the loss of freedom of speech, thought, debate, reason. Mourning the loss of what was and what I thought things would be. This all sounds quite dour and morose, I know. But it is a real thing, and I think many of us are feeling it.

God always reaches closely when we need comforting if we are paying attention. “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” -Matthew 5:4 He is gently reminding me this morning that this world is not my home. That there is a place prepared for me, and He is coming soon to take me home with Him. A much better and more beautiful place. A place with beautiful God freedom, sane thoughts, reason, harmony, peace, healing, resurrection. Praise God!

As I did 31 years ago when I accepted Christ into my heart, I am again pledging my undying allegiance to the King of Kings, the Lord of Lords. He is in control, He will make all that is wrong right, He will restore.

My job now is to keep hope, keep looking up, try to let others know that God is faithful and that Jesus loves them so much that He died for them. That He wants a relationship with them.

Thank you, Lord, for the comfort this morning. You alone are King. Love, Lisa

A Tale of Two Encouragers

The Scene: 5th Grade

The Characters: A music teacher, a mom, and an insecure 10 year old

The Setting: Small town Virginia, 1970s

In fifth grade, a very exciting and unusual thing occurred. Our young, beautiful music teacher announced that she was having auditions for a big musical, “Oklahoma,” by Rodgers and Hammerstein. Yes, the original Broadway version of the musical, edited of course for 5th grade appropriateness. Live music and everything.

We were all beside ourselves with excitement and nervousness. I went home and announced the news to my mom after school. She was a wonderful musician herself, and promptly ordered the “Oklahoma” album so that I could learn and practice the songs to get ready for the auditions. She calmed my many anxieties and steadily encouraged me that I could do this.

Auditions came and went, and lo and behold…..Ado Annie came my way. After a brief disappointment that I didn’t get Laurey (which, by the way, was much too high for my singing voice and not right for me), I dived into the role and thrived under my music teacher’s encouragement and direction.

Somehow, that group of untrained, untried fifth graders pulled off the musical, and we gained confidence and memories that would last a lifetime.

So thank you, Mom. Thank you, Debbie Greeley. You made a huge difference with your love and encouragement. Love, Lisa

P.S. If any of you reading happen to know this song, it will do wonders for your mood to sing along with it this morning. By the end, you will be singing your head off and loving it! 🙂

P.S.S. If any of you would like to share stories of someone who encouraged you along the way, I would love to hear them in the comments below. 🙂

P.S.S.S. Cathy Liles Sweeney….you better be singing along! LOL