I love the way God talks to me through music. Even when I squirm with realization that I am blowing it....or doing something completely wrong. I love that my Saviour is creative in the ways He gets my attention.
Most of the time Stephen and I drive to work together. This has been a challenge for me. I like my own space. Music for him is a nussiance. He'd rather have it turned off and us talking. I know that I should be thrilled for a husband who wants to talk. And really struggle with guilt over this issue. But, sometimes I just don't want to talk. Don't want to make plans. Don't want to figure out whats for dinner. Or solve some problem. I just want to be. Escape into a song in far away land.
Anyway, I was driving to work the other day solo and I had the music going (at a decimal my Momma would say shows 'no class'). Miranda Lambert's song " The house that built me" came on the radio. From the first time I heard it, the song has intrigued me. My parents have lived in the same house my entire life and when I visit it, I do feel a certain 'grounding'. I can relate to an idea of missing the place where so many memories were made. A place where, when visited, all the smells, textures and memories of your childhood come flooding in. Even the unwelcomed ones.
But really the following lines are the ones God rocked my world with......
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years.
From 'Better Homes and Garden' magazines.
Plans were drawn, concrete poured,
and nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream.
"Daddy gave life to Mama's dream"..... W O W
In our family Stephen is the dreamer and I am the planner. I was smacked in my forehead with how many times I discounted or didn't even seriously entertain his ideas/dreams. O U C H. Nail by nail, board by board....have you ever thought about how many nails go into building a house? Or how many boards it takes to structurally make a house? Day after day, when she looked at her husband out there making her dreams come true....do you think she felt loved? Or validated? I would venture she felt cherished....wouldn't you? Do I communicate this to my husband? Man, I want to.
Lord, please help me give life to Stephen's dreams. Holy Spirit, please quicken in me when I am about to squelch his ideas. Thank you God that you don't discount our dreams. And even when they don't work out exactly like we plan...you always orchestrate them to be even more amazing.
