have played the set, ironed out the wrinkles. We should have spent
some time finalizing the set list, making sure the order ran well,
working transitions.
We didn't.
Instead, we went and had food, read from the book we're going through,
shared deeply personal stories, prayed with and for each other, and
wrote a new song. One of the most powerful songs we've ever written.
And my drums didn't even make it out of their road cases.
I came in to practice tonight from a crazy day - it was supposed to be
my day off, and got invaded by just about everything - physically,
emotionally, spiritually. I didn't manage to get my morning routine
done until after 3 o'clock. But somehow, everything seemed to work.
Not by how I planned it, though. If this day had gone according to my
plans, I would have missed so much. The agony that made the joy
somehow purer, the sweet and savory scent of lessons hard wrought
through actual living. Life is not all butterflies and daffodils, but
sometimes there's a rose among the rubble.
This post is a testament for those who love me: I need to always
remember that my plans are only a rough sketch, and them falling to
pieces is sometimes the only starting point into something amazing.
Lord, break my plans that don't bring You glory, and reveal what has
been passed by underneath.
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