Feist – How Come You Never Go There
She asked only one question: how is your heart? And I knew that one sentence held the fullness of a friend who has cared for years. My answer was simple: it’s full. Given the chance to elaborate, the truth is that the gospel is always on my mind. It is captivating me with its beauty, it is confusing me with its simplicity, it is convicting me with its urgency. “At my best I am still a mixed bag of motives.” It is moving me to my knees.
(I spent the rest of the night “Dancing Till the World Ends” in my underwear with the vacuum cleaner. Boom.)