That Kind of Day
Earlier this week,, when it was sunny and warm, favorite Switchfoot songs played on repeat when I was driving around town. Sunshine and open windows and “If the House Burns Down” is quite satisfying. It’s a good ride. Also, Joy Invincible gets me every time. “Hallelujah, nevertheless was the song pain couldn’t destroy. Hallelujah nevertheless, your my joy invincible. . . “
Someday a post about my 1980s pop girl heart will be written; I’ll share a few of my favorite 80’s pop songs—plus Switchfoot and NeedtoBreathe— and their good words.
But today it is pouring down rain. It’s sweatshirt and a mug of tea day. . . as well as Innocence Mission music, starting with their classic Umbrella. This recording is 30 years; and each time I listen to it, I feel welcomed into myself and the world I love. A sense of peace and gladness hover around mind. Karen’s words and voice on these songs, as well as the guitars and bass, and background vocals are sweetly embedded in my psyche. . . which I guess happens when you listen to something for so long, it becomes part of how you became “you.” Even the cover of the album/CD is perfect - plaid, black and white photograph, umbrella. But for some reason, I love them the most on a chilly rainy day . . . their music fits with finding comfort and warmth.
I love their new songs and music. Karen write about everyday life expressing the holiness of the ordinary and the heart. Which is very much how my heart beats.
Here a few songs that are usually on repeat for me.
Oh, bless me, am I going silent now?
Oh, have I overnight been emptied?
If I could call these thoughts to come, to stand on this paper
I could read what I mean, may I? May I?
Oh, bless me, now I seem to come apart, to sink
Inside this overwhelming, what can I do?
What have I made of all of these new days?
And forgive my despair
Where is color this hour? Where is music this hour?
Are they still going on somewhere?
But where now, in this hush?
Where are words in this hush? And what am I?
Oh, bless us for we give our hearts to fear
For so we give our minds to worry
If I could brush this sorrow dust from off of our faces
And see our joy again, may I? May I?
Oh, let us make a joyful noise resound
Oh, let us make a noise and hear it
Aren't you bursting with butterflies on the fourth of September?
Like you'll have to get on the bus in your tartan dress, with your lunch box
Though your body is twenty-nine, though your mind is an old thing
I mean, don't you ever get sigh
I am always beginning the world
Beginning the world
I am always beginning the world
Beginning the world
our self-importance grows so dazzling, we don't see you
but gentle jesus, aren't you always
aren't you every hour, here?
Oh, the lives that brush against us, pass us by and by,
The friends who may or may not come if we would first invite
Oh, to open doors
To always gladly fly and fly
Into the sting of the cold
And prick of the barbed wire
Into the sting of the cold
And prick of the barbed wire
These are a few more recent songs
