Ethiopian Gospel Music

I had a conversation with my mentor today. She explained that she has asked God to give her the ability to learn praise songs in different languages. Beautiful! My dream field, anthropology, is the study of culture. Gotta start listening to Spanish gospel, Korean gospel, Ethiopian gospel, and more. To God be the glory!

This is one I liked.

Psalms 47

1{To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.} O clap your hands, all ye people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

2For the LORD most high is terrible; he is a great King over all the earth.

3He shall subdue the people under us, and the nations under our feet.

4He shall choose our inheritance for us, the excellency of Jacob whom he loved. Selah.

5God is gone up with a shout, the LORD with the sound of a trumpet.

6Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises unto our King, sing praises.

7For God is the King of all the earth: sing ye praises with understanding.

8God reigneth over the heathen: God sitteth upon the throne of his holiness.

9The princes of the people are gathered together, even the people of the God of Abraham: for the shields of the earthbelong unto God: he is greatly exalted.

 

Friday Funk: James Brown “Think”

 

I love the lyrics…”I tried so hard to please you , at least that’s what I thought.

Come on.
THINK-about the good things baby.
THINK-about the wrong things maybe.
THINK-about the the things I would’nt do.
THINK-what I done for you.
Lady before you leave me realize I’m the one who loves you. Heeeeeey!
Think of all the sacrifices I made for you.
Think of all the good things wooo hoooo
Think of all the bad things I tried not to do.
When you get tired of me think about the good things done for you.

C’mon!”

Hats off to the king-men out there who provide money, romance, and loyalty.

I know I got one,I love You, Baby!!

 

Posted in RetroStank

History

Mederma.
Cocoa butter.
Scars…
Reminding us of the time something got the best of us.

A cool scar lived on her inner left ankle from the time the chest of drawers kissed her. Trying to do a cartwheel to a fast song in an itty bitty, tiny, little boarding room.

That is a happy scar.

The basketball got the best of him. It tricked him into fighting another man’s elbow.

Ouch scar.

Remember the pain of asking, “Daddy, I was wondering if…?”

Whatever the silly, young request met with an indignant “NO”.

Dang, man.

Teenage scar

Like flies swarming poop.

Scars are little alarm clocks, “Hey, get up!! It looks like you are about to take an old road!!!”

 © 2016 Lauren Fitzgerald

Posted in Beauty, Christ, Family, RetroStank

Are You Extraordinary?

Recently, I have been examining the theme of satisfaction versus dissatisfaction. How many of you can remember a time when you were incredibly blessed with something new, needed, incredible, miraculous, or long-awaited, only to arrive at this beautiful, climatic moment with a Womp-Womp-Womp reception? Maybe for you, it was the last day of the semester, the promotion,the move, the holiday you finally got to host, the “Wedding Day”, or the healing of a medical condition. Celebration is honey to the heart. It soothes the gashes of drudgery, like honey binds our physical scratches. Its sweetness blends in with our blood and stops the bleeding. Honey is good on toast, berries, and fried chicken; it is smooth in hot tea or lemon-water. Bees produce it, Yogi Bear and Winnie-the-Pooh can’t get enough of it!

HEART HONEY=CELEBRATION

Genuine rejoicing attracts people. Think of how people turn their heads when one person bursts into a “Whoo-hoo!”, “Yes!”, or “DAB!”  Jubilation is to be smiled at, no?

That’s some good stuff!

With the knowledge of celebration’s power, I ask are you extraordinary? Are the people around you appreciating your efforts? Are you celebrated? Are you filled with heart honey? You are definitely extraordinary. People may or may not appreciate  your efforts. And that hurts…

One would not cry because his delicious bowl of juicy berries is now trash because yesterday his brother ate all the honey with his toast, and no one has gone to Kroger yet.

However, the tears would well up like little footsoldiers ready for battle if that same brother purposefully “forgot” his birthday or missed his wedding.

We have an effect on one another.

When you snap on someone because you are tired or when you half-listen to your friend’s exciting story, they can detect that and it hurts.

Celebration=Heart Honey

Love is shown.

1 Corinthians 13:4-8 NIV Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.

Verse 5, “It does not dishonor others.”

Boom! I am guilty.

I Know for a fact I have dishonored my husband, my family, my friends, and others just by being absent. Too self-absorbed with my own mess to celebrate. Too tired to “rejoice with truth” (v. 6).

Recently, we, as a family, have received innumerable blessings: we received a bountiful check, we had an angel of a cousin to “put” us in a new car through her Love, attention, and care, I finished out my first year of teaching (at eight months pregnant), my husband received another 100 on a Secret Shopper survey, and the car seat we were headed to Babies’R’Us to buy is being purchased by a benevolent and loving church member!

So many causes to CELEBRATE!

But sometimes, the workdays make us weary and tiny miscommunications frustrate us to no end and all the Good gets swallowed.

Are you Extraordinary?

Yes! We know that Psalms 119:73-74 says: You made me; you created me. Now give me the sense to follow your commands. May all who fear you find in me a cause for joy, for I have put my hope in your word.  Isaiah 64:8  reminds us: Yet you, LORD, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.

1 Peter 4:10-11  tells us: God has given each of you a gift from his great variety of spiritual gifts. Use them well to serve one another. Do you have the gift of speaking? Then speak as though God himself were speaking through you. Do you have the gift of helping others? Do it with all the strength and energy that God supplies. Then everything you do will bring glory to God through Jesus Christ. All glory and power to him forever and ever! Amen.

Matthew 10:29-31 says: What is the price of two sparrows–one copper coin? But not a single sparrow can fall to the ground without your Father knowing it. And the very hairs on your head are all numbered. So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable to God than a whole flock of sparrows.  Psalm 139:16 reads: You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.

Well, why aren’t you satisfied?

Psalm 139:2-4 You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my thoughts even when I’m far away. You see me when I travel and when I rest at home. You know everything I do. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, LORD.

Our little memories are SHOOOOOORT! We forget that God is omnipotent. We forget that the person standing in front of us, enraging us is God’s special and peculiar handiwork. We forget that we are to be forgiving. We forget that he or she is in the midst of their own struggles, too. We forget that our Celebration is Heart Honey that can heal wounds. We forget that our attitude tells one another you are extraordinary or You Ain’t Worth $%!t.

Romans 8:32 Since he did not spare even his own Son but gave him up for us all, won’t he also give us everything else?

Timing. Waiting for the “everything else”, we get weary. How about giving God a big helping of Heart Honey and celebrating His mighty name, when you know that, you know that you know, that your flesh/ego/old man is about fed up?

Psalms 139:14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

As a wife, I am joined to my husband and my celebration is everything to him.

Genesis 1:27 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.

Cameala Bass did a beautiful thing for us, and photographed our family on Sunday.

As I gazed and savored each piece of frozen time, I marvelled at how extraordinary our family looked. I mean, Wow! Who are those three attractive, remarkable, stunning individuals? Are you extraordinary? Are you celebrated?

I MUST celebrate my husband. He is a champion of Endurance. He is a fighter. He is a strong tower. He is a listener. He is a planner. He is faithful. He is patient. He is worthy of my adoration, PERIOD, regardless of his actions. Love is about your action.

Lord, teach us to celebrate one another. Teach us to love as you love. Give us words and deeds that encourage, give us the hands and the lips to raise up good fruit. Forgive our failures, forgive our faults, forgive us, Oh God! Call to our remembrance what pleases you and help us to pour Heart Honey on loved ones and strangers. Let our lives shine for you and help us to be good to one another.

In Christ’s name,

Amen.

(Below are a few pictures. 🙂 I had to CELEBRATE!)

-Lauren Fitzgerald