what’s getting my goat
Back home, when we were really moved to anger or joy or whatever – we would say, “Well, that just gets my goat!”
The beautiful thing about this stage of motherhood is how heavily sometimes I have to depend on music to stir my heart toward truth or obedience or joy.
Sufjan Stevens, (do you know him?) is one man so obedient with his art, running right off with my goat – especially with the Christmas season. A few years ago, he released a double cd of Christmas tunes. I listen to some of it all year long.
If you love, I mean completely delight in, how a banjo can rip a heart out and strum it back in one fingerpick at a time, then Sufjan at Christmas is for you.
And then, if you love to dance while you clean the kitchen, don’t pretend like God’s not watching. There’s no video, so stand up, clear a space, close your eyes as much as you can, and dance.
And now, your new assignment is to order these CDs, then listen to this next song, then call your granny, and I mean it.