thankful
Thumbing through iTunes yesterday, I stumbled upon my copy of Nichole Nordeman’s “Every Season.” Call me a sap, I really do enjoy the song. And it’s the most cliché sentiment in the poetic universe, but the personification of nature in the song really resonated with me this time around.
Especially considering we’re closing on our new home tomorrow, the thought of the house, the yard, the trees and bushes standing vigil over the empty, “hoping” one day they’ll get a family, owners who will care for them and enjoy them… It’s the most overused device in song and poetry, but the idea that the inanimate objects we’re about to enter into a “relationship” with have active wills and desires of their own and “want” good caretakers… For whatever reason, I felt strong sense of responsibility when I considered those ideas.
Is it just me giving in to some treacly Disney-fied notion about “my brothers and sisters the wind and the waves?” Or did the song evoke, for a fleeting moment, some primordial sense of our God-given stewardship of the Earth and the attendant responsibilities and joys of the Great Commission? I’d like to think it was the latter.