Love Remains the Same

Today while sitting in the McDonald’s drive thru line, I heard the acoustic version of Gavin Rossdale’s Love Remains the Same …

I cried. Couldn’t help it. So there I am. Tears rolling down my face from under my sunglasses. And I’m wondering what the deal is going on. It was one of those ridiculously beautiful moments. All mixed up with God love, gratitude, nostalgia, and grace.

The lyrics, moving me to action:

… you make me want to run til I find you …

Sitting in line. I pray out loud. God, just show me what you want me to do. Writing, radio, speaking or not. I just want to be with you.

… cause our love stays ablaze …

My thoughts turn to Will. Our difficult conversation yesterday. Our happy hour plans for this afternoon. God, help me be the wife I want to be. I need to be.

… everything will change …

Completely overwhelmed with memories now. I think of Ann. And think about my parents. So I stop by their house unannounced. And there they are in the kitchen, Fox news muted on the TV. My dad laughs because my mom has taken to tossing her clothes over the upstairs railing to get them downstairs. My mom laughs because my dad drags me to the backyard to show me how tall the burr oak has grown.

… I wish this could last forever …

I get in my car and drive home.  More tears. For God. And my husband. And my parents. And my beautiful, ordinary life.

… love remains the same …

Thanks, Gavin.