Livin’ My Love Song

There’s a moment when music shifts from entertainment to embodiment.

When a lyric isn’t poetic — it’s personal.

When “I found you” isn’t a line.

It’s a realization. That happened when I opened my heart and pushed away fear to live my love song.

I can’t believe it’s taken me a half century to truly understand some of the greatest love songs ever written. I’ve known the words for years.

But knowing the words is

different than knowing the feeling.

Words create imagery.

But connecting to the emotion completely changes the experience.

There’s a moment when a song stops being background noise and starts being your story.

The moment when the lyric is relevant.

The moment when a song you’ve heard a hundred times suddenly sounds brand new because now you feel it.

That’s what’s happened lately.

It’s like the soundtrack of my life shifted keys — and I didn’t even realize I’d been waiting for the modulation.

You don’t rush into understanding great love songs.

You grow into them.

It’s long talks by the wood burning stove.

It’s laughter that echoes throughout the creek.

It’s slow dances in the kitchen with no one watching.

It’s that look drinking coffee and doing our devotional on the porch that says, I see you.

Suddenly those lyrics about love, about comfort, about coming home —make sense.

That’s the kind of love song I finally understand. I stopped listening for what might happen, and started recognizing what already is.

Maybe that’s what this season is about.

Not chasing the next song.

Not replaying the old ones.

But standing right in the middle of the melody that’s playing now.

Fully present.

Fully grateful.

Fully alive.

I’m not just listening to the music anymore.

I’m livin’ it!