The Banzai Chronicles

Monday I was unbearable. Thwarted at every turn by small-but-insurmountable obstacles, I was ready to blow my stack at anything and anyone. In the midst of my difficulty/ness, Markus brought me lunch of his own initiative (because I'd declined to join him on the simple basis of not wanting to be out among people). That was the grace, the bright spot, the reminder of who God was, is, and ever shall be.

Today is better and better. I've been able to immerse myself in the final mix of our orchestra's new CD, scheduled to drop at Easter. Sixteen tracks of the most beautiful music I've ever heard, meant not for its own sake but for the worship of our Creator. This stuff is amazing (I'm still listening). We are blessed, and I hope we can also be a blessing to others.

Enjoyed lunch with Adam, part of my effort to deliberately seek the presence of like-minded (and hearted) people in my life on an ongoing basis. It helps, so much.

The call from Betsy, my landlord, came during lunch, so I returned it in the early afternoon. Such relief—I can't even begin to describe. Lamenting the loss of opportunity a tiny bit, but when things are beyond my control, I have great peace with exchanging opportunity for security. Throughout my life, others have been surprised by God's provision and care for me, and that wonder continues to be part of my experience of Him. That's why I tell the stories I can; He has never ceased to be faithful to me.

Community Group soon. I've set aside tonight as a halftime of sorts, to talk and pray with the group about how things are going and what we need to do to improve our game. We're in a good place, and I want to see us step to the next level, reaching beyond ourselves as we let Him draw us near and turn our faces outward. Really, the group's main issue is the same one most of us face (or ignore/flee from): we need to get over ourselves.