Song Review: Thy Will by Hillary Scott

Song reviews are something I’ve been waffling about on for a few months now. I want to do them because songs give me a lot of random epiphanies and even more frequently, funny moments. I chose this first one out of hilarity factor.

Go ahead and listen to this song; I  love it, despite my usual disdain for female singers. At first, this song started playing on Radio Station #3, that’s preset number 3 in my car, i.e. one of 3 stations I flip through when the others are playing something I don’t like.

Anyway, this song is a pretty deep discussion on God’s Will and how we know it’s best even when our situation feels pretty awful. I think that’s why it’s such a powerful song; it’s so easy to relate to.

As for the hilarity: the chorus goes something like this.

“Thy will be done. Thy will be done. Thy will be done.” Pretty simple right? Well, of course it is. For the first several times I heard this song, I swore the artist was singing, “I will be dead, I will be dead.” I thought: that’s a really dumb song. Oh yea, everything sucks and the world’s going crazy but who cares, I’ll be dead? Then, finally, the real lyrics hit me. Like face smash hit me. OOHHH, that’s what she’s saying. So, I’m in the backseat of the car, hubby and mom in the front seat. I go, “I know she’s saying ‘Thy will be done,’ but I keep hearing ‘I will be dead.’ That’s real inspirational.” Cue peanut gallery laughter from the front seat.

Well, now I know all the lyrics and actually like the song now that I know what it’s saying but every time my husband hears the song he sings along, “I will be dead, I will be dead!”

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Going Home

Hi all,

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted any new writings. Mostly because it’s the time of year when I barely have time to shower let alone write and post. But also because I’m still trying to determine how to word what I want to say.

Well, last month the hubby and I took a brief vacation from the world of St. Louis (it was perfect timing, I slipped out of MO the day before the big debate) and went home for awhile. It had been 3 years since I’d been home (to northern NYS).

We rented a car, drove all around the state visiting friends and family. We dropped in on a few of our old haunts including our home church and the college we graduated from. It was really great to get to see a lot of people. But it was also kind of disturbing.

After all, here I am 3 years since my last visit and it feels like I’ve been gone a lifetime. I can navigate the roads with my eyes closed. I know how to get to the Walmart; I remember the best place to buy a Michigan. But it doesn’t feel like home anymore. It feels like I’m visiting some nostalgic land of foggy dreams. Like I had forgotten my hometown actually existed. It doesn’t make sense because St. Louis doesn’t feel like my permanent home either. It’s just the place where I live, the place I lay my head at night.

Maybe it’s just a part of growing up. Maybe it’s my writer-ly imagination messing with my head. Anybody else ever ran into this kind of thing?

-breakthisleap