Mashup: The Unbreakable Anchor for My Soul

Mashup: The Unbreakable Anchor for My Soul

Mashups. Does anybody else do these?

My mashups happen when the songs I’ve had stuck in my head for days meet up with the tunes that won’t quit in my house. Like the Doc McStuffins theme song mashed with “99 Problems.” It works, I promise. Or “All About that Bass” mashed with the Clean Up Song (“All About that Mess”).

The song that’s been on repeat in our house this weekend, especially with Sister and Mom visiting, is the fabulous theme song from my new favorite, the Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. Even the two year old now sings his one line from it on cue: “It’s a Miracle!”

So, as I’m going through a morning where it would have been helpful to have this little jingle stuck in my head like it has been for days, I am surprised to find myself humming a very different tune. Probably because I don’t feel even slightly unbreakable.

Walking through this day, I’ve found myself humming this song.

My heart remains sure in the wind, sure in the waves.

You are the anchor for my soul

You won’t let go, You won’t let go

No matter what may come I know

You won’t let go.

An anchor for my soul. Sometimes, the imagery gets it just right.

But in my life, the grace happens when the songs you know by heart mash up with the other tunes that just won’t quit to make a beautiful new thing. It’s amazing when the beats line up. It’s amazing how the song you thought was driving you crazy actually blends with another melody in a way you never saw coming.

So, I’m going to keep on humming “An anchor for my soul today.”  But by tomorrow, I going to need Tina Fey’s people to sit down with Michael W. Smith (don’t hate, you know you love him) and hammer out a mashup of the Unbreakable song and the Anchor song. If they need me to stop by and bring donuts for this little jam session, I can make that happen.

What songs are you humming? What is the perfect mashup you need to hear?

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