You’ll never find a thing like today

“So lets run

Make a great escape

And I’ll be waiting outside for the getaway

It doesn’t matter who we are

Well keep running through the dark

And all we’ll ever need is another day

We can slow down cause tomorrow is a mile away

And live like shooting stars

Cause you can wish away forever

But you’ll never find a thing like today

Eden / End Credits

There is something about being young, 16-18 years old I would guess based on the number of texts and FaceTime. We talk about today as though it’s all that matters. Tomorrow is just another today. And in each moment…perfection. Everything feels so right. Warm touch, beautiful smile, laughter…so much laughter…and tears. It’s real. Authentic. Honest. Vulnerable.

And I am broken. And she is hurting. Pain has a way of baring your soul to the world in the most vulnerable fashion. And so, when two broken souls connect, the vulnerability that is shared is magical. It’s freeing. And that is what relationships should be…freeing, empowering, supportive, and never ever trapped. Let loose…never bind. And yes! Us. Because we are vulnerable, because we are hurting. Because we are broken. BUT…we won’t hurt forever. One day we will heal and when that day becomes will we lock our vulnerability up with it?

JP: “I’m not being naive but naive is right around the corner”.

M: “The whole thing about naive is that you don’t know…so…”

JP: “but I’m telling you I’m not being naive”

M: “because you wouldn’t know if you were”

And he’s right. And still he offers no answer to the question “what should I do then”? I know the answer. The answer is today. Everyday. Because connection. Because friendship. Because comfort. Because love. Because cheese platters and Hubcap. Because Court Jester and Donald Miller. Because Michael W Smith and Magic 8 Ball. Because Tigers.
Because today. Because everyday.  You. Always you.
And tommorow? It’s just another today…

You’ll never find a thing like today

Forever Friends

Love at first sight? Please. Let me tell you what the best first sight is…laughing together at first sight. Sharing stories like you are childhood friends that grew up down the block from each other. Feeling connected as though your parents took you to the same school, the same church, the same life. That’s a first sight worth holding on to.

And you’ll know it has happened when despite how attractive your new friend may be, you don’t care if you ever sleep together. Because what’s important is the new connection and the possibility of a life long friend. And truly, not the possibility of…the reality that is. Friends. Forever. Just like Michael W Smith sang…and just like you both know every word. Friends are friends forever…

*Sidebar: MWS wants to put a few restrictions on forever friends, requiring the Lord to be the Lord of them. But I don’t think he’s ever had a friend at first sight…perhaps Amy Grant, or that girl that wasn’t his wife in the secular music video he made about love that almost got him banned from our household. No…I don’t think he knows what I’m talking about…*

And he isn’t wrong. He’s right…just like so many other musical artists that can tap into a single moment, put music and poetry together, and make your heart sing…just like your forever friend does the moment that you meet.

Everything else is just a bonus.

Forever Friends

Rain King

Today, these lyrics, these words, mean more to me than ever before. I’ve heard this song one thousand times and today I actually feel this song. Today I am the rain king.

“When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
And all other instruments of faith and sex and God
In the belly of a black-winged bird.
Don’t try to feed me
I’ve been here before
And I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She’s been crying and I’ve been thinking
And I am the Rain King

And I said mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone
I can’t go outside
I’m scared I might not make it home
I’m alive, I’m alive
But I’m sinking in
If there’s anyone at home at your place, darling
Why don’t you invite me in?
Don’t try to bleed me
I’ve been there before
And I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the Queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She’s been lying and I’ve been sinking
And I am the Rain King

Hey, I only want the same as anyone
Henderson is waiting for the sun
Oh, it seems night endlessly begins and ends
After all the dreaming I come home again

When I think of heaven
Deliver me in a black-winged bird
I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God
In the belly of a black-winged bird
Don’t try to bleed me
I’ve been here before
And I deserve a little more

I belong in the service of the queen
I belong anywhere but in between
She’s been dying and I’ve been drinking
And I am the Rain King

-Counting Crows

I can’t go outside I’m scared I might not make it home. Mama, mama, mama, why am I so alone? And yes, I am alive but I’m sinking in and I deserve a little more. It seems night endlessly begins and ends and ends and begins and I’ve been here before.

When I think of heaven I think of dying. Lay me down in a field and render up my body into the burning heart of God. She’s been crying and I’ve been drinking and I am the Rain King.

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