Pandora keeps me guessing. Â Every now and then, random rock songs slip into the lineup of Broadway anthems on the Showtunes channel (one of my current faves), and just like that, we’ve goneÂ from Â Idina Menzel to The Beach Boys.
Specifically, we go to this song from The Beach Boys, which I’ve heard at least ten times in the last few days:
I can’t complain about the mixing of genres, because I really do love this song.Â (You’ve heard it before, right?) Â God only knows whatÂ I’d be without you say the lyrics, over and over and over. God only knows what I’d be without you. Â Simple, but effective.
Because somewhere around the fifth time I heard this song last week, I started to think that maybe there’s an opportunity for mindfulness here. Â If I were going to dedicate this song to someone, whom would I choose? Â Who are the “God only knows what I’d be without you” folks in my own life?
The choices just kept rolling in.
My folks, for unconditional love for forty-one-plus years.
My husband, for provingÂ that good guys do exist and are interested in meÂ Â (and for always solving my technology problems).
A doctor of my past, for catching somethingÂ before it turned into something very very bad.
My writing friend, who encouraged me to take my personal scribblings to a wider audience.
My sister, for a lifetime ofÂ laughs that have sustained me through any number of challenges.
A terrific therapist, for helping me finally take onÂ Â my OCD several years ago.
My kids, for pulling me out of myselfÂ and for stretching me in ways that I need to be stretched.
Some key friends over the years, who have helped me sift through all of my questions about faith.
What’s great is that I could keep going and going. Â But I’ll stop here, because now it’s your turn. Â Who are the “God only knows what I’d be without you” people in your own life?
If you have a minute, try making a list. Â Â It’s aÂ revealing exercise, and — to use a Beach Boys-inspired metaphor — a surefire way toÂ find yourself surfing a tidal wave of gratitude.