I am about to share some pretty cheesy tidbits about myself with y'all, so do with this information, what you will. Here goes.
I have multiple playlists that I like to listen to, for different reasons and times. If I am in a deep, concentrated, focused writing mood, I tend to play my classical music playlist. Bob Goff says when we (writers) are writing, we should wear a writing cap/hat. But I wear a hat a lot when I’m working out or throw my hair up, and I don’t have a “special enough” hat to wear a writer’s cap/hat, so Terry knows if I’m playing classical music, I’m super focused and need to stay that way.
I have a “favorites” playlist that has about 320 songs from various genres, so I will play that when I’m cleaning, cooking, doing laundry, etc. Or if I just want to get a big eye roll from Terry.
I have a “love songs” playlist that’s more of a “chill” type of playlist, and I play it at night when Terry and I are playing cards. One of my favorite songs that is on multiple playlists of mine, is “Lover” by Taylor Swift. As soon as I heard the first line, I was hooked. “We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January. This is our place, we make the rules. And there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear. Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?”
Okay. I know. I’m super cheesy and a sucker for romance. But that song makes me weak at the knees, because I feel so darned fortunate, every single day, to live my life with my Terry. We know we have a special love story. Most people don’t get second chances with each other like we did, and I never, ever, ever take for granted God gave us another chance.
But before we get carried away, Terry does not let me leave Christmas lights up ‘til January. Maybe next year, though. Fingers crossed.
The beautiful part about our lives as Christians is that we get another chance, every single day. No matter how badly we messed up; no matter how horrible we believe our sins/mistakes are … God gives us second chances. He gives us thirtieth chances, too. He gives us nine hundredth chances. His grace never, ever runs out for us. He loves us with such a sappy, indescribable, unconditional love … it should make us weak in the knees to know He loves us that much.
“But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” - Romans 5:8 (NIV)
I am amazed at God’s grace every single day, giving me another chance. Because He loves me so much, He creates a, “dazzling haze, a mysterious way,” that every single day I wake up knowing how loved I am by my Heavenly Father, I just want to live my life, for Him.
Being so in love with my Terry is just the chocolate sauce on top for which I am eternally grateful.