For most of my adult life I have made every effort to leave my past behind me where it belongs and move forward. Rarely do I stop and examine a piece of my early history for long because an unpleasant memory will inevitably drop in and ruin the party. Thankfully, I made an exception today.
When I was in High School I had a massive crush on country singer, John Michael Montgomery. His dimples were the reason for my existence and his face was the first thing I saw when I opened my locker. This morning as I dropped my child off at school, I pulled into my driveway and lingered as a familiar song embraced me like an old friend.
As Life’s a Dance swept over me I was instantly transported to a time when everyone had a pager hanging out of their pocket, Patrick Swayze was still alive and as hunky as ever, and there was not a Kardashian to be seen or heard. It was a time when I was just starting to find my way through high school, just beginning to discover who I was meant to be. Those were the days when my home life was tumultuous and sometimes downright scary. Yet all it took was one song to help me find some sense of sanity in a dangerously insane world. I remember when that sweet voice would somehow in some unexpected way help me navigate through the most challenging times of my adolescence. For reasons I can’t explain, Mr. Montgomery’s music was a lifeline to me, a source of soothing comfort in a cold and unfriendly world. The irony of this unexpected jaunt through time is not lost on me.
|Me at age 14|
Tomorrow I’m going to face an unpleasant part of my past once again. I find it utterly mind-blowing that today God would use one of my favorite voices of that time to comfort me and gently remind me that it’s all going to be ok. Then again, God is just full of surprises and that doesn’t surprise me at all.
‘You are mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned…
…For I am the Lord your God.’