Well, yesterday will be an easy one to write about. I really didn’t do much of anything unusual or exciting. It was a scheduled off-day for walking. Chris didn’t have cardiac rehab. I completed my preparations for Home Group Bible study. What was there left to do?
Oh,
yeah. I worked on that pesky 2000 piece
jigsaw puzzle. So much so that it gave
me a backache. All that bending over and
reach across the table. I did get a lot
done, anyway. So there’s that …
Before
I venture out into the great outdoors for today’s walk, I can share about the last two songs that have
graced my head while meandering through the neighborhood. The first was a few days ago. A friend asked on his FaceBook feed for
suggestions for alien-themed songs to use in a trivia contest he was
spearheading. Honestly, I had never
heard of a single one of the suggestions.
Not one. So I offered one of my
own. The Flying Purple People
Eater. I’m not sure his usual readers
knew that I wasn’t kidding. But Dave did
indicate that he loved my suggestion. I wasn’t
quite as enamored when I couldn’t get the song out of my head for the entire three
miles that ensured. “He was a one-eyed,
one-horned, flying purple people eater …” Over and over again.
As
if that wasn’t enough, on an earlier jaunt about the blocks that make up our
neighborhood, I picked up a random thought.
No Facebook memory jogs at all.
Just exploded into my consciousness and refused to disappear. Yep. Another
song from yesteryear that I haven’t heard in decades. No idea why this one showed up. Anybody remember that old classic, “The Bright
Elusive Butterfly of Love”? Yeah, I don’t
either. At least not the whole
song. But the pieces that were left in
my memory banks certainly made their appearance in a big way. Over and over again. So much so that my entire cadence was
captured and determined by where that song was taking me. I guess there could have been worse
background music to subject myself to …
Romans
13:10 says, “Love does no harm to a neighbor. Therefore love is the fulfillment of the law.”
Father,
thank you for music. It is truly an expression
of your own creativity. Amen.
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