Remember the song “The One I love” by David Gray? Well I rediscovered the song through Country Girl’s playlist and there’s something about it that I just love. I listened to it 473 times. Who am I kidding? I belted it out real loud 473 times while driving in my car. My children will certainly need therapy for these cathartic jam sessions. I conjured up images of Stevie and I falling on hard times (“tell the repo man”) and moving into a cozy 1200 square foot cottage and growin’ our own food and selling my hand-knit scarves for extra money…….to buy books and coats and milk for the children. The first 248 times, I’m sure I shed a little tear. (I conjured this all up while I was online picking out my new iphone and making my last order to American girl). Then I googled the lyrics and discovered that the song is probably about a soldier dying on the battlefield and that the ‘repo man’ is probably God reposing his very life. (Tears welled up in both eyes.)
Oh. Okay then.
So I googled ‘repose’ and then started my conjuring anew. No worries. I can roll with that. So in the very spot in my brain that should be storing important items like the password for paying the student loan payment, Stevie is now a soldier and is wounded and I am weeping hysterically over him on the battlefield and singin’ “Tell the repo man….and the stars above…..that you’re the one I love”. (That’s precisely when I realized that my item is backordered…..which disturbed the whole music video/drama thing that was going on in my head). No wonder I can’t remember anything. My brain is full. Of tiny little dramas from every song I love. And all my favorite C.S. Lewis quotes. And all the lyrics to Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. And a whole plethora of random, mostly useless information.
Well I love the song regardless. And it makes me teary-eyed. So I sing it with all the more conviction. Especially since Stevie’s a soldier now. So enjoy the song and any little drama that starts to play in your head. And enjoy the one you love. And be thankful for real life soldiers who make our ‘enjoying’ possible.
Sing it with me…….
“Won’t you take my hand dahlin’, on that old dance flaaw
and I like cowboy boots, C.S. Lewis, good food, strong coffee, banjo music and books. I am a deeply flawed momma of 4 and grateful receiver of more good gifts than one heart can hold. I fight for joy and find it in the most unexpected places. I make quirky look normal, relish in my small town Southern way of living, and am learning that it's all grace--every last bit of it. Read More Here...