You know how when you hear a certain song, it brings up a totally random memory? The sights and sounds and smells smack you in the face and suddenly you miss it all over again...
When I was in Jordan (read the full post here) I listened to the song Good Good Father over and over and over again, probably thirty times in two weeks, because that's what I was learning at the time, and I wanted to connect the song and my time in the Middle East forever. But it's kind of funny, because that's not at all what happened. Good Good Father makes me think of crying in church and spending my Friday nights with the people I didn't know would become my best friends... it makes me think of driving in the snow, and singing on an empty stage with three of my favourite people in the whole world. I don't think of Jordan at all when I hear that song... not even a little bit.
It takes a random, fun little song by a small band called Walk Off The Earth to bring me back to Jordan. My sister introduced me to their song Hold On in the week before I left, and in one of our last nights before flying back to Canada, I had it stuck in my head. Listening to it now brings back the spice in the air, the dusty streets, the car packed full full full of Dutch missionary kids speaking fluent Arabic, waking up to the Muslim call to prayer at 4am and tossing and turning in a strange hotel room, oceans away from home. My heart tugs a little bit when I hear the first few chords, because for some reason, this song was my link to home, my little bit of the Western world, of Canada, my connection with my sister while I was so far away from home. (We had facebook, but really, it's not the same.)
Anyway, I've been listening to it again, and remembering Jordan, and feeling thankful. I'm so grateful I had the chance to go, to fly on an airplane, to hold a little Syrian baby and say "God bless you" to his 16 year old refugee mama. I'm so thankful for the car rides through the desert, getting stuck in traffic in the pouring rain and listening to the same Adventures in Odyssey tape four times to keep the kids sane. I'm thankful for amphitheaters, shawarma, and coming home after two weeks in one piece, to a family who loves me and friends who sprinted across church on Good Friday to tackle me when I got back.
So this was a random little post that I didn't mean to write, but here we are! Happy Canadian Thanksgiving to you... what songs are sparking your memory lately?
this week in the blogging world: Erin punches home some truth, Grace Anne misses a sunset, and Abbiee reads my mind - again! I also put up a new post at Burning Youth on God and ugliness and other things I've been pondering... come on over, and maybe stay a while? the girls I write with are BRILLIANCE itself, basically.