Often I'm asked, 'Hey T - what's your favorite song?' or 'What are you listening to these days?'. In the line of work I'm in this is a natural question and I usually rattle off the name of the most recent song that has wrecked my heart or a lyric that the Lord is using to undo me.
This week I heard some music in my own house that, although seemingly a bit unconventional, I realized was my absolute favorite song. Yes, we are music lovers in our house... there rarely is a moment where there is NOT music in one room or another, but these sounds that were building my perfect playlist were of a completely different sort. These were not Christmas carols that reminded us of memories we've made. These sounds weren't even songs on the latest worship release or ones we'd sing on a weekend... but filled with His presence nonetheless. These songs were much more precious.
It was sounds like: Ethan playing soccer with Brody in the kitchen complete with commentary and crowd noise, Brody's hysterical laughter... the one he does when he's watching Ethan and laughs so hard he can hardly breathe, the 'sons of thunder' playing upstairs so loudly that I begin to pray for the integrity of the ceiling, the sound of Greg's truck in the driveway and the garage door opening around dinner time, knowing my hardest goodbye of the day is getting ready to be my favorite hello, the washing machine never stopping, the back door and then the refrigerator door and then the back door again, Greg praying quietly over the boys at night before bed, words like: "Get your shoes on", "Can I please have more" and "Don't touch your brother". It's the kind of stuff that itunes can't replicate and if they could, I'm not sure anyone would intentionally search for it - but it's also the kind of thing that I would be willing to pay a million dollars for, everyday, for the rest of my life if I needed to. It's the soundtrack of my life and as I'm learning all the lines and lyrics, I'm finding it's the best set of songs I've ever heard.
These melodies are etched in my soul like that song that gets stuck in your head - but in the best way possible. These are songs I don't want to forget. Songs I want to be able to sing back when I'm 80. Songs I'm so glad I get to sing.
Tara is Greg's girl, mom to two sons of thunder, a hunger fighter, big dreamer and worship pastor at seacoast church.