It’s been a long time, a considerable amount of time, since I have sat in the car until a song finished playing. Maybe I haven’t feel the need. Maybe I haven’t felt connected to what I’m listening to. Maybe it’s because I can’t always afford to feel so deeply. What happens in a song doesn’t always stay in a song, you know. You take it with you.
Today, in complete disregard to my emotional bank account and a 7-hour shift, I plunged into a scary moment. It was full of tears and heartache and reconciliation, all in a song, all in the mall parking lot. I just sat there and swam in the clear, honest river of poetry streaming from my car speakers.
Maybe this was made for me,
Lying on my back in the middle of a field.
Maybe that’s a selfish thought.
Maybe there’s a loving God.
I closed my eyes, breathed a strong breath, and opened the car door. I have that moment now. I have it because I took it and held it in my heart.
Sara Groves
Maybe There’s a Loving God
All Right Here (in my heart)
Naphtalia 
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