I was texting with a musician friend about using the song, “Gratitiude” by Brandon Lake, in a worship service, thinking about how to compose the arrangement, what instrumentation to use, which friends to invite to participate (there’s not a ready talent pool available at the church every Sunday), going over personal calendars with them, how to share the vocals, beginning to get bogged down in the details. Then the sensible part of my mind said, “Wait! Take a bit of time and dwell on what the song is saying!”. So, I did.
I asked myself that open-ended question, the tile of this post. As I was driving down the road taking in the fragrances of spring, “What would my life be like without seasons?” That is a thing, you know. Two of my daughters (I have three brilliant, beautiful girls) have lived in Hawaii. One of them was often lamenting the fact that there is a barely perceptible change in the weather, foliage and wildlife throughout the year. Autumn where I am is lovely. Spring is overwhelmingly delightful, except for the pollen. That’s just overwhelming.
This is not an extensive, all-encompassing format. So, I’m jumping to a big one. “What would my life be like without my friends?” There are a few people who I know that I can count on. They will be there for me no matter what. They check in on me. I can’t imagine being without them. There’s this deep need for interaction. Interaction is a lame word. There is this deep, deep need for a hand-in-glove connection, a communion. And I’m grateful that I get to experience it.
I am filled with thankfulness. Whatever I feel like I’m missing in life is minuscule in comparison to what I hold in my hand and heart right now.