Today I got a rare treat. I got to be in the car all by myself. Did you get that? All. By. Myself. And to make it so much better than just that, I had my Ipod in the car so I could play all my good music while I rode around unencumbered. No one shouting for "Mum." (That's gum in two year old language.) No one shouting over the music to ask me question after question while I helpfully suggest that we just listen to the music and really do we have to talk so much?
Instead, silence. It really is golden.
And then this song came on the random shuffle. (Love me some random shuffle as it is like a surprise popping up all the time-- you just never know.) And I listened to this song like I never have before. Then I listened again. And again. And I never got tired of hearing David Crowder sing, "Praise our God for He is good." It was a holy moment and I am not embarrassed to admit that there were tears involved. How could there not be?
I had the music cranked so loud even my kids would have been horrified. God met with me there, handing me that song like a gift-- a reminder of what He has done in my life, and the lives of my friends-- some of whom I had the pleasure of having lunch with this afternoon. A happy reunion. We used to go to church together, but we don't anymore. And that's a bit sad. I miss those girls, miss the old days when we were all in each other's business all the time. And now days, weeks, months go by with only emails to keep us connected. And so, I listened to that song and reflected on how much I love my friends, and miss them, and yet still love my church we now call home so much I wouldn't want to go back. Isn't that just how life is? Change is hard, painful even. And yet so, so good. And necessary.
And so, let me tell you what He has done for me, He has done for you, He has done for us. Great and wonderful things-- more than we can ask or imagine. Showing up in the dailyness of life. Meeting with a frazzled mom of six in an old Suburban in the carpool line. And carrying her all the way home.