First of all, I LOVE this song.
It softens my heart every time.
I'm often teary by the end of it...
not weepy, just good teary.
Keep it simple.
Boil it down.
Sing your truth.
These are lyrics I wish that I'd written.
This morning,
this is what I was looking at while eating my breakfast.
When I first saw this house back in February,
there was snow on the ground.
But I knew.
I could feel it.
I knew that waking up here would feel as peaceful as waking up in my tent
on a sunny morning in a wooded campsite.
And it does.
Rain or shine.
But most especially when the sun is shining.
Before I knew it,
there were tears falling across my cheeks.
You see, my husband and I have had a bit of a nomadic life.
Which was a life we chose, for reasons that were important to us.
But for almost a decade we've been dreaming of this house.
Of this space.
We've dreamt of a gathering place.
A quiet place.
A chosen place.
I think we've been dreaming of this place.
And it's hard to explain how hard my husband has worked these past ten years.
It's a story - a good story - for another time.
It's an especially good story now that we're living this chapter.
It's an especially good story because he would never tell it about himself....
Maybe the reason I love this song so much
is that it brings him to my mind.
"Don't take for granted the love this life gives you,
When you get where you're goin'
Don't forget - turn back around
and help the next one in line.
Always stay humble and kind."
