The piece De resistance (I am sure I butchered that...whoops!) of music selections is Yet, by Switchfoot. Now I'm not a huge Switchfoot fan, I like their "mild" stuff, but it gets a little loud and bangy, and headachy quite frequently. Currently it is the only CD in our car, so for lack of other options I have been listening. The end of this song is so perfect for where I am.
If it doesn't break your heart it isn't love.
If it doesn't break your heart it's not enough.
'Cause when you're breaking down, with your insides looking out,
It's when you find out what your hearts made of.
But You haven't lost me yet.
Seriously, how great is that? I often think why me, why us, blah blah blah, let's throw a pity party. I'm not immune. My heart has been broke. I have new respect for so many walks of life. I have learned so very much about life, love, and healing. I have gone from what was a circumstance driven faith(not that I realized, nor would have fessed up to that fact), to one that, while shaky at times, is rooted and unwavering. We have had dreams, goals, and vision ripped from our view. This is not where we pictured ourselves.
He hasn't lost us yet. And it wasn't much after I had that realization (while driving in an unbelievable stinky RAV- 4 toting 22 chickens to their death) that I started to dream again. See the new button, I'm sure we can all guess where this is going.
He hasn't lost me yet.