It's amazing the power songs have on us.
They take us places, they invoke memories, they stir emotions.
Tonight I'm suppose to be editing some wedding pictures, yes believe it or not we're still photographing weddings! We've taken a break from the blog, marketing, basically anything that doesn't involve figuring out what it means to be parents, pastors, & present in our daily lives, so the blog has been neglected.
But that's not the point of this post.
I'm suppose to be editing, so I'm at the computer, pandora and ear buds pumping.
And then
"that song"
came on.
"That song" that was listened to on repeat for about 24 hours.
"That song" that played when I was asking hard questions of life, love, family and faith.
"That song" that played when I didn't understand God, his love, his involvement, his "plan."
"That song" that played when I had to search my soul for words that could not be my own.
For anyone who has lost someone close, you know death sucks.
You know the pain of saying good bye.
For anyone who has lost a child, a teenager, a virgin to life, you know the pain of death that never fully heals, of never feeling you really ever fully have said goodbye.
For those of you who have walked beside a family during these dark moments, who've waited for the news, who've attempted to carry the impossible burden of grief, death, and tried to make sense of the pieces left in it's wake, you know those moments shape your soul, your very begin.
A little over a year ago I walked with a family that I love dearly through the tragic death of their teenage son.
I watched their pain, their tears, their questions.
I tried to help make sense of the senseless.
I put their baby in the ground and said the Amen to his life.
"That song" was played at his grave.
"That song" always takes me back, always brings the tears again, always makes me cry for the day that there will be no more tears, no more sadness, no more heartache.
"That song" reminds me "that day" is coming.
"That day" of hope, when the senseless makes sense.
When the hurt is finally healed.
When Goodbyes become hellos.
But until "that day" comes, I'll continue to let "that song" drive me to clinging to love, hope and the belief that somehow in someway Jesus is near, is able, and is the answer.
Until "that day" may "that song" play on.
it all started with a simple catching of the eyes, small talk, and coffee. now, years of marriage and two sons later we're still chasing down that happily ever after. life is good, real good. we're parents, pastors, photographers, friends, story tellers, travelers, art lovers, and these are our stories and musings on life. enjoy.
