Sparkling Escapades Abroad with the Fairy Bra Mother

Today, I was listening to some songs that really spoke to me—stirred my heart in ways I didn’t expect. So many thoughts swirled around in my mind, and I just had to share a few.

One of the songs was “It Matters to the Master.” Oh, it hit me all over again—whatever matters to me, matters to God. Whether it’s something small or something that feels like it’s breaking me in two, it matters. If you’re feeling lonely—it matters to Him. If you’re in pain again—He sees it. And if you’re just overwhelmed by the beauty of blooming flowers, a baby kitten playing at your feet, or a glorious sunset—it still matters. He cares deeply about the joyful and the hard things.

Another song painted the most beautiful picture: that when we walk into heaven, Jesus’ eyes light up—just to see us. I’ve never thought of it quite like that. That He’d be genuinely glad to see me. That He’d feel the cross was worth it—just for me. And just for you.

Then came a song that perfectly expressed a feeling I’ve had so many times: “Lord, I don’t even know what to pray.” You ever feel that way? I sure have. So often, I catch myself telling God how to fix things, as if I know better. But He sees it all—the past, the present, the future. He knows exactly what to do, and He doesn’t need my instructions—just my trust.

Lately, it feels like bad news is everywhere. But I’ve still got a happy song in my heart—because I belong to Jesus. That peace that makes no sense? That joy I never thought I’d know? It’s real. Even when the bills pile up or the car breaks down or I’m running low on strength—He’s still there, still giving me a song to sing.

I remember when we were young and newly married, living in Michigan. My husband worked in carpentry, and winters were hard. Sometimes we didn’t know where the money was coming from—for groceries, for the light bill… but somehow, God always made a way. More than once, an envelope showed up in the mail with just enough cash. We never found out who sent it—but I’ll never forget that kind of obedience and kindness.

If you’re feeling weighed down today, I hope this reminds you—you’re not alone. God sees it all. It matters to Him. Keep singing your song, even if it’s through tears.

You are loved.