I’d like to introduce you all to my guest blogger.
I have probably listened to this song almost 20 times in the past day or two. Why? Am I in love? Blissfully happy? Completely attuned to and aware of the blessings that inundate me?
Jason shows up here tonight because- just now, in throes of late-night mopery- I found something hidden in this song. Little does he know that, buried deep within his lullaby, there is a tiny, glittering, cocoa-filled Easter Egg of Truthiness.
This song isn’t really about a pretty girl, or a kiss, or even about a perfect situation. This song is about a turning point.
“I’ve seen a thousand things, all in one place
But I stopped my counting when I saw your face.”
In this very challenging November, I cannot tell you how many times I have vented to friends, sobbed in front of relatives, and wrote angsty blog entries to try to find a little hope. And it wasn’t until tonight- in the stillness, with no one to talk to, that I was able to find it. How can one feel so much Love in a song by a stranger, in a serenade for someone else?
Although I can’t be certain why He times things this way, I am fairly sure it is a lot easier for me to listen to the consolations of G*d when I am being a bit quieter.
Things may not be better yet, but they will be.
My circumstances may be the same today as yesterday, but they will change.
This message was not delivered to me by a pixie peering through my bedroom window. I was not talking to my mom, or on the phone with a friend. There was no cosmic beam of light that appeared to dissipate my problems once I had this realization.
Divine Mercy and a single song have helped me to remember something very simple, and very important.
Fall is a time for turning.