It always gets me when I have just listened to a fabulous song, but I have no clue who wrote it, I cannot remember a single lyric or remember how to find it. This has happened to me countless times, and it always shocks me because I generally pride myself in taking time to listen to lyrics. I'm guessing the real issue is my memory is simply not that good. 

My major motivation for creating 365 days of whimsy was to celebrate the days I continue to have here on earth. After a pretty terrifying car accident before my holiday break, I am now living every day with clear intention, glory and praise. Though I have continued to move forward (with always some slight setbacks,) I found myself recently wondering exactly what was the song playing the morning I crashed. I could hear the tune quietly in my mind, but so quietly that I could not make out the melody. I finally have allowed myself to turn on the radio (really quietly) and since then I have been searching with my ears and my soul to maybe find THAT song. I think it has something to do with moving on, but also something to do with wanting to know how impactful the lyrics were in that moment. 

Well, listening to the same radio channel today as I have been for the past two years, I finally came upon the song. I think after just the first melody line, I could tell that this one was it. I still have no real memory of hearing the lyrics and even the melody remains jumbled in my mind, but something in my soul reminded me that this was the song. Parts of the lyrics came back to me in my memory as I listened to it a few times today.

Something tells me I should send a letter to the artist who wrote and sings this song. She should know that her lyrics comforted me and continue to comfort me as I continue on my journey. As my dad reminded me last week to "Stay patient and trust the journey" I could not help but smile at how significant these lyrics are. There is not such things as coincidences, but there are such moments in which the lyrics we are listening to and the events we partake in match up almost perfectly. Those are what we call whimsical miracles. And those whimsical miracles are all small parts of the larger journey we continue to embark upon. 

"Tell me do you believe in miracles?

I'm standing here before your eyes

I've cried many rivers

I've walked through some pain

I've seen my world crumble

And I'll carry the shame

But I know somebody, He calls me His own

I can hear heaven singing out

Oh-oh-oh you're never alone"