I was driving home last night from my weekly grocery shop. I love it because on the way home, the radio station has an hour of just relaxed, chilled out music. It’s a time that refreshes me, as odd as it sounds.
Last night, it was drizzly and cool and dark on my way home. I had the wipers going and was just soaking in the music when out of nowhere the wipers suddenly synced in with the beat of song and for about 10 seconds the whoosh-whoosh of the wipers kept perfect time with cool, smooth chilled out music. And I smiled. It’s happened before, but its been ages. And it always makes me smile. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s my days as a big ole band nerd marching my way through high school (I consider band nerd a term of endearment, by the way). Maybe it’s my love for all things symmetrical and simpatico. Whatever it is, I’ve been chuckling about those 10 seconds of whoosh-whoosh-music perfection since then.
And I can’t help but think about my life. Every now and then, seemingly out of nowhere, something in my life syncs up. Whether it be my marriage, my friendship with Christ, my parenting, or my comfort level within my own skin. And for a few brief seconds, I revel in the random cohesiveness of it all. And, I hold it both vigorously with both hands, and yet lightly, because I know at any second now something will happen and jar it just enough to put one thing half a step behind the other. And thus the moment is gone.
It never lasts as long as I would like. And I can’t predict with things will sync up again. But those few seconds of togetherness bolster me and boost my emotional energy enough to keep me smiling throughout the next phase of the journey as I revel in the randomness of it all. And the beauty of a life filled with random togetherness.