The Birds Across the Street Had Better Shush RIGHT NOW.

Deep announcer voice: In other news, Lissa has decided to file a law suit against the birds that live across the street. Though she doesn’t actually have any idea where exactly they are located, she has great faith that someone will find them, and then deal with them the way they ought to be dealt with.

Okay, so that’s a little meladramatic. So what? These birds are very vocal. I am not a huge fan of extroardinarly loud birds who decide to interupt my peaceful afternoons.

Am I just complaining to you? Well, I mean, maybe. But bear with me, I do have a deep, philosophical point to make. Kinda.

As I was getting allllll worked up about these incredibly annoying birds, who have been bothering me the last several days, and I relized, why on earth waste my time getting so upset about some stupid ol’ birds?

I do this all the time. I get so upset. I love to complain. (I know y’all who know me personally are nodding your head and are like yep, that’s Lis.) It’s literally apart of me. And it is so annoying to me to be complaining all the time. But it’s so easy. It’s so simple to just open my mouth and fuss.

Do you experience this ever?

I know that that is my way of venting. I really do enjoy complaining, in the moment. Ya know, until afterwards when I’ve annoyed someone or even hurt feelings. Or I just get fed up with myself.

Okay, Lissa, this is great. You know you complain a lot, so just stop. Ta da!

Yeah, well it’s not that simple. At all. When something is ingrained in your personality and has been a habit you’ve been cultivating for the last five years or so.

For y’all who know me personally and are reading this, just know that I am aware of this habit. It’s just possibly the toughest one for me to break. So please, as I try to have patience with you, I humbly ask that you have patience for me. Also, don’t expect a sudden 180 or anything, ’cause I’m still me. (Also probably best not to mention this post in depth to me in person.) (Thanks.)

So what shall I do about it? That’s a great question. Try. Try harder. Bite my tongue.

Sometimes we complain about the cross we bear, not knowing what an honor it is to be carrying anything for our Messiah.

Here are some great verses:

In everything give thanks, for this is the will of God for you. ~ 1 Thessalonians 5:18

In EVERYTHING. This is God’s will. Wow.

Do all things without complaining and fighting so that you may become blameless and pure children of God. Philippians 2:14-15

To be blameless and pure, to be children of God, we have to cut out all our complaints and fighting, no matter if it seems harmless and even enjoyable at the time.

Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. ~Ephesians 4:29

No corrupting talk. Only what builds others up. So they can have grace. You might know a few people who are beautiful examples of this verse, and those are the people you love to be around. Because they aren’t focusing on their selves or comparing themselves to you. They are just being kind.

Do not grumble against one another, brothers, so that you may not be judged; behold, the Judge is standing at the door. ~James 5:9

When we complain about someone, we are being judged. If we speak well, we will not be condemned. But God is always weighing our actions.

Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing. ~James 1:2-4

No matter how hard it is to be cheerful, it is important. When we are tested, and we prove ourselves worthy, we become steadfast which leads to perfection, completion, and non-lackingness (which is totally a word, by the way.)

I don’t know if this is helpful to you at all. But I think it will be for me.

Basically this is the overview; DO NOT COMPLAIN. If only it were that easy though.

In closing, I leave you with one last verse.

I can do all things through Messiah who strengthens me. ~ Philippians 4:13

No matter how hard it seems to just keep your mouth shut or look on the bright side, with our Messiah, it is truly possible.




As she cried, she bent down, peered into the tomb, 12 and saw two angels in white sitting where the body of Yeshua (Jesus) had been, one at the head and one at the feet. 13 “Why are you crying?” they asked her. “They took my Lord,” she said to them, “and I don’t know where they have put Him.” ~ John 20:11-13

Wow. Here is Mary/Miryam Magdalene so tired, so depressed after having seen her Lord crucified, having come to see His body and it not being there, being so overwhelmed and sad and confused.

She is there, mystified, and to be honest, she is probably a bit terrified. Her Savior’s body has been moved, and she doesn’t know whom by or where to. Her tears show us her sadness, her looking and not finding, her words of confusion.

Does this remind you of yourself at all? You are sad, and depressed, discouraged and overwhelmed. You think you know what will make things better, even if you’re heartbroken.

But you arrive at the place you think all the answers lay, and there is nothing. Just an empty tomb.


I know that I’ve felt this way before, and it’s exhausting. But here’s the good news, the truly good news. HE IS RISEN.

So whether you celebrate Easter or First Fruits (like myself), breathe in His goodness to day as you think of how He lived and died and lives for us. For me. For you. He lives for you.

Our Messiah, our Savior, Jesus Christ, Yeshua, has risen from the tomb to be our Lord God, our Elohim. And that is the miracle of today. He is our first fruits.

14 As she said this, she turned around and saw Yeshua standing there, but she didn’t know it was He. 15 Yeshua said to her, “Lady, why are you crying? Whom are you looking for?” Thinking He was the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you’re the one who carried him away, just tell me where you put Him; and I’ll go and get Him myself.” 16 Yeshua said to her, “Miryam!” Turning, she cried out to Him, “Rabbani! (which means Master)” ~ John 20:14-16

Can you imagine how miraculous, how awe-ing this would be? To be sobbing because He is not there, to be so distraught that when you turn and see Him you do not even recognize Him, and then to have your name spoken by the living Savior? This must have been incredible!


Mary/Miryam then tried to touch Him, but He had not returned to His Father yet, so she was told not to. But He asked her to go and tell his brothers, the taught ones, so that they might know that He was going back to His Father.

You bled, and then You died, and then You rose again for me. (Phil Wickham: Messiah/You’re Beautiful)

But these which have been recorded are here so that you may trust that Yeshua/Jesus is the Messiah, the Son of God, and that by this trust you may have life because of who He is. ~John 20:31


So that you may trust that Yeshua/Jesus is the Messiah… that by this trust YOU MAY HAVE LIFE BECAUSE OF WHO HE IS.


Discernment and Boiled Eggs

*I am going beyond my comfort zone by writing a silly yet personal post, so don’t judge too harshly. Also, for y’all who are new to my blog, I’m not usually this weird. More normal posts DO await.*

Let me tell you a story about eggs. Wow. Thrilling, right? Right. Just listen to this cheesy analogy story.

Scene recreated for dramatic purposes. 😛

Okay, so I was going to the fridge to get some boiled eggs. There was a little fluke, though. Not all the eggs I grabbed where boiled. One was only partially boiled, so as I was peeling one of the eggs, I heard a sound of doom.


An egg was rolling off the counter behind me. At first I thought, no problem, they’re boiled, it’ll live. But apparently this one wasn’t. In my head I saw the other eggs, the good, polite, boiled eggs, stare in shock at their friend on the floor. Little did I know I would be mentally scarring eggs today.

The one on the far right looks bored, but she is actually very worried. Okay? Good.

“Okay, Lissa,” you say, “this is really strange. What has this to do with anything? You think eggs have humanistic characters?” Well, just ask my friends, I get very easily attached to inanimate objects ;D

But my point is, to me, and to the other boiled eggs, this one looked just like any other boiled egg. But it wasn’t.

All this somehow led me to think about discernment, and welcoming others in.

“You just get stranger and stranger, don’t you, Lissa?” Well, yeah…

But I’d just like to say a few more words, so keep reading.

I would love to say no eggs were harmed in the making of these photos, but that would be a lie. I didn’t break it on purpose, but it was rather ironic, so I made the best of it.

I don’t want to be injured by seeing an egg fall of the counter and see an inside I never imagined was there. Okay, I don’t mean a literal egg, this is an analogy, after all. But I was thinking about welcoming people into a group. People who you kindly accept, even if they act a bit different, because that is the right thing to do. To be accepting, and welcoming, and make sure everyone feels included.

But can this ever take a wrong turn? I hadn’t really thought about it, but this egg, yes, this one egg, made me think.

I’m not saying if you’ve made new friends, drop them right now just in case. I’m just saying, use discernment because that is a huge part of life.

I like to be the person who welcomes others in, and when I successfully do that, I feel really proud of myself, because I’m shy around strangers. But I need to be aware of what people are like, so that I won’t have to clean up any messes from a cracked egg, or put a shell back together, something Humpty Dumpty taught us was difficult.


I’m not really sure how I came to all this just by seeing a cracked egg, but I did. I’m just weird like that. But did I give you any food for thought? Or did I make no sense and I am just an insane weirdo who sees little ‘people’ in eggs?

Good question. Let me know in the comments! Whether or not you got anything at all from this silly post, I know that it made me aware and I will go into this next week thinking about an odd little lesson an ordinary little egg has taught me.

p.s. Perhaps I shall start calling myself ‘The Crazy Egg Lady’?

p.p.s Also, can I just tell you how fun it is to draw on eggs and to do photography with them? I’m totally going to do it again some time on the blog. For reals.

Lately I’ve been…

Not doing much of anything. Which is why I’ve not been able to think of much to write. So here is a brief (or maybe not so brief) synopsis of what I’ve been doing lately.


This rotten book called ‘The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making’. I’m actually considering giving up reading it, which I don’t do often. I’m also re-reading ‘The Bronze Bow’ with my nephews for their co-op. It’s a bit above their reading level but I’m enjoying re-reading it, as it used to be one of my favorites.


Okay so last night we watched this movie called The Thin Man and I loved it! It was a humorous film noir, and a terrific classic. I just felt happy watching it, and I laughed so often! The main characters were wonderful, and Myrna Loy’s nose scrunch was so cute!

Myrna Loy's

And every now and then I’ve been watching an episode of When Calls the Heart, but they are so painfully cheesy! But I like them anyways…


Painting again. I recently painted another painting, I haven’t in months, and it didn’t turn out so hot, but oh well.


Too much junk. Way too much. I so need to start eating healthy again…

Gym humor....meal prepping:


Math… Makeup… My hair… whatever. Not much.




The lilacs and flowers all over! So lovely!


Math. So much. Urgh. It’s the scourge of my life.

xD Watching like two kids in my class do this everyday. SO RELATEABLE!!!!!!!!!

Afbeeldingsresultaat voor teenager post funny:


About how I wish I could think of something worth while to write. #un-inspired


Kinda pointless. Life is boring right now, I do the same things everyday, like in this little circle. But whatever, I’ll get over it.


For adventure of some sort.

Listening to

Switchfoot, lots of Switchfoot, I love those guys! And Emile Pandolfi, an amazing pianist, while I do school.

That’s all I got to say… Yep. ‘Cause I’m just over here racking my brain for anything to say, and nothing’s coming.

Signing out.

The end