Stars and Whales and... Me?

This is one of my favorite video clips. Lecturer Louis Giglio, demonstrates some incredible truth about God, showing us how all of creation literally sings to God. It brings me to tears darn near every time. 💕

But tonight... I have been fighting a long bout of bronchitis and have not been able to sing much, and my tinwhistles are often interrupted by fits of coughing, but I have persisted. This week I’ve been asked to play prayer music/intercession for others in the spirit, to alleviate pain, speed healing both physical and emotional, and a variety of other things. I’ve sat with God a lot as I’ve read books and articles on prayer and worship and healing, and it’s been a busy, busy week. And tonight I see this vido pop up on my news feed again... and I’m bawling. Humbled. Wrecked.

Why?

Because I get to play music.
Because my God — who has an entire symphony of stars and whales and birds and planets and choirs of angels and the whole friggen UNIVERSE to sing to Him...

...chose ME.

The God with literally all of that, the God who IS all, who wants for nothing... picked little, old me to play music.
For Him.

I am driven to my knees in gratitude to be part of His amazing song.

Prayer Music

I am no stranger to recording, but this is a new project. At the end of last year, I felt the call from God to start recording music again (I had gotten weary of the sheer legwork and marketing involved in being an indie musician), but this time record music for Him and not for other purposes. This came on the heels of a vision I had at the end of December, in which I got dropped into this amazing garden... indescribable, really... and Jesus was running and laughing ahead of me. He was so FULL of Joy, like He had been waiting for me to join Him. I got distracted by this amazing water fountain, and then panicked briefly, as I remembered I’d forgotten Who I had been walking with (eek! I was rude to Jesus! 🤦🏻‍♀️), but when I looked up to find Him, He was standing next to me with this happy smile that brought me to tears. He handed me a solid gold tinwhistle, and I was humbled by the gift, and a bit confused as to why He was handing it to me. When I looked up into His eyes, he simply said, “play and be happy.” My heart did this little skip, and the rest of the vision was me playing music while He danced and the birds sang this incredible birdsong to sing along with my flutes.

I tend to hear God, or feel His emotions or presence, but this vision stuff is entirely new to me. Since December of 2018, the number and intensity of visions I have had has ramped up. This garden vision felt as real to my body and senses as it does to walk outside my farmhouse door in the spring. But I digress.

Not only was the vision a surprise, but the request that came through about two weeks later to begin composing again was as well. I’ve written a couple tunes so far (scribed them, really, onto paper, they seemed to arrive mostly complete, which was rather unlike my usual method of songwriting), and have just begun the recording.

‘Why am I not charging for the work?’ I have struggled with this one myself, as life can be rather lean at times as a musician. But having my spiritual eyes opened to various truths over the last few months has changed my tune (hardy har, I’m punny!). It is more important to do the work God is calling me to, for the good of His purposes, than it is to get compensation. There are larger forces at work, and we live in very interesting times... God’s agenda should take precedence. And... There’s that verse about the sparrows. If I’m doing His work and trusting Him, He’ll provide for my needs. Period. (It can be hard to Trust on that level, very hard especially as bills come in every month, but He’s never let us down without a significant reason.)

So, long story short, as I get these songs recorded, they’ll go up in the playlist, and also be available for download. And, I hope you enjoy. May you see a little of the Father in the heart of these humble notes. ❤️

Happy St Brigid’s Day

Today is the Irish holiday, ‘Saint Brigid’s Day.’ Though her origins are obscure, she is generally regarded as being an early proponent, teacher, and evangelist of the Irish church (circa 450 A.D.). Brigid is often depicted as carrying a torch or lantern — a carrier of the Light — and she is strongly associated with the creative arts of poetry, music, and scribal illumination, even having founded and managed her own monastery in county Kildare devoted to the dissemination and learning of them.

Traditionally, this day is used for praying over and blessing the home, as Brigid’s other association is over the home (properly, the ‘hearth’ where the fire is kept, because a home without a fire going is merely a house), and it is common to build crosses out of rushes or reeds to hang over the doorway as part of the blessing.

May the Lord send angels of protection to patrol around your house’s borders,

Turning back any that would seek to do you ill

And May He pour out a blessing upon those who dwell in your house

Such that your hands cannot contain it.

Be blessed, fellow travelers on the journey. ❤️

Hang in There!

I’ve been watching so many of us struggle through such hardship these last couple years, myself and my family included. As God has gotten increasingly loud over the course of last fall, I asked Him the other day, “how long? How much longer do we have to struggle before we reach a breakthrough?” And in typical GOD fashion, no sooner than the words left my mouth than this song comes on the radio. ❤️

“You are so much closer than you’ve ever been / you just haven’t seen it yet.”

Hang in there, friends, HE’s got a plan and we’re almost there. 💕 Galatians 6:9: ‘Do Not grow weary of doing good works, for the time of harvest is at hand.’ The sunrise is coming!!