While this is not literally true, I am satisfied that it is at least figuratively true.Listening to James Taylor's Christmas CD right now, and I am not ashamed to say it. What is so great about rejecting the Christmas spirit until the week before Christmas? I'll take it right now, and I wish it lasted much longer.
Anyway, I am listening to the CD, sitting in my pajamas, drinking coffee, sockless, working on pictures, and I noticed an amazing line in the song "Walking In a Winter Wonderland"
Later on, we'll conspire as we dream by the fire
and face, unafraid, the plans that we've made
So amazing. What a clear and focused line. It is amazing to lie around with your girl, dreaming by a fire and talking about future plans. When we were in Guatemala, living in the mountains, it was always cold at night and we had a fire burning and crackling in the fireplace just about every single night. There was never anything on TV, and it was all in Spanish anyway, so we would just sit in front of the fire and read, or journal, or stare at the flames. Snuggled up with a blanket in a dimly lit room in the early months of our relationship, those first few months where you are absolutely drunk in love, when we were just barely starting to talk about the insane, far-off possibility of actually being married, we'd sit and dream about what our life might be like together. The dream life. The best possible things you can imagine.
That's one thing.
And then to face, unafraid, the plans that you've made?
Well, that's a whole 'nother thing.
The most exciting thing, perhaps. Just planning and thinking and dreaming is fun, especially with a person that you would secretly do anything to spend the rest of your life with, but to then look at each other and in all seriousness say,
Let's do it.
Man. That's where real life is. That's where it lives.
Step out and do it. Don't be all talk. Face, unafraid, the plans that you've made.
So exciting. Such a thrill. The possibility of making your future exactly how you planned it out, instead of just letting it happen to you, letting it fall out of on the table wherever it falls.
You do it. You make it happen.
What a great song. So clear, so perfect, so hopeful and exciting.
Thanks James, for singing it. Thanks Jesus, for making it possible.