(whoever titled it is stupid and the visual quality sucks. i'm sorry for that ... but the sound is good.)
so, on the rare occasion that i felt compelled to turn on the radio this past week, i have heard josh groban's you raise me up three times. now i don't listen to the the radio all that often, so maybe this isn't such a freak thing, but ... it's not a new song. it's been around for years. years. like, i was living in san antonio. and that's been at least six. so for the radio (and i'm pretty sure it was the same station) to play that same song three times in seven days, that's not a typical thing, i'm thinking. a coincidence, sure. and i shouldn't think too much of it. but, for some reason, every time i hear this song, i think you should maybe talk to god. or something. or remember that he's there at least. one of those times had been just before i'd gone to see a friend who is constantly talking to me about prayer and how strong a woman's relationship with god could be, and about how good he is, and that she gets everything she asks for ...
seriously. the woman runs a furniture store. one of her delivery guys quit. that day, she prayed to st. anthony to send her someone to help. and the next day (or maybe it was that afternoon ... it was crazy quick), this handsome, strong, nice young man walks in the door in need of work. his name? anthony.
i'm just saying.
so i, i'm either not asking for the right things, or i am getting them and am obtuse.
but i tell ya, i think it'd be kind of hard to miss godsends like the ones she gets.
so three times in one week.
and every time i hear this song, i stop what i'm doing (unless i'm driving ... and if i'm driving, my attention is more focused on this man's voice and the lyrics) and some small bit of peace enters my soul ... briefly.
i wish it would stick around for a bit longer, but sadly, by the end of the thing, my cynical self has reclaimed the brain power.
so i put it up here on my blog, in hopes that maybe if i listen to it more regularly, it might help. or something.