Unsurprisingly, my husband is an avid country music fan.
He spends many a day, row after row, in his tractor listening to the good ol’ boys pour their hearts out with song. When we first began dating, we listened to Garth Brooks incessantly. He was ‘ours’. His songs were written for us.
The AM station he loves often has giveaways to winners of a true and false game. The right caller and soon the winner he was. The prize? Two tickets to a Tracy Lawrence concert.
He called me right away, excited to share where he was taking me in a few short weeks. And like a true woman, I put it in the back of my head until the time drew near.
So this Saturday night we sat, waiting for him to come out of his tour bus. It has been a while since I’ve heard his songs. Or any country songs, for that matter. Since our dating days, I’ve grown and changed and where I am in life calls for a different kind of lyric.
While I still enjoy country music, my heart since long left it for the soulful words of worship by some of my favorite artists.
But sitting in the bleachers at the outdoor Indian casino, my heart for country was renewed listening to his deep, smoky voice. His new song “Hard Times” is to be released soon, and it’s beautiful.
Sometimes it’s good to go back.