We are back from the concert. One of the first songs MercyMe sang was The Hurt and The Healer – the song that started it all for me. Thank you again R.B. That was an awesome concert and I wish I could have shared it with you! We had a really great time.
My best friend’s sister just lost her husband a few months ago and the day of the concert was his birthday; their first since losing him. To keep from being alone on his birthday his daughter came up from Jacksonville, Florida and joined us at the last minute. We all needed this and it did not disappoint. It was one of those little Divine Gifts that I ended up getting to see the very band that started my new love affair with Praise music. I have not been to a concert since The Doobie Brothers! This was a little different …
It was a girl's night. Turned out to be an overnighter for my daughter and I because the concert was 75 miles away and so we stayed the night in a hotel and met the other girls for breakfast before we headed home on Friday. There were six of us altogether and we had a really great time of good friends, worship and fantastic music.
And as I listened to the lead singer in the band speak of his childhood of shame and abuse I realized I had a lot more in common with them than just the words to their songs speaking to my heart. Maybe that was the deeper common bond that drew me to their music. His music is from his heart, a part of who he is.
Only thing missing that kept it from being a perfect night - was my sister. But on that subject, Praise God, she got some good news recently and we will certainly take it! She deserves some good news for a change.
Today is the fifteen month anniversary. I have been doing better but somehow my spirit always knows what day it is even when I do not consciously think about it. I dreamed last night that I was in a store in front of a display of hand-crocheted baby things and I had a little matched sweater set with a hat in my hands touching the soft yellow yarn and remembering what it was like to be shopping for and buying precious little baby things for Paxton before and after he was born. And right there in the store I had just decided to pull up a chair in front of the display and do exactly what I always fear I will do. I sat down in the middle of the store right out in public and just cried.