And The Band Played On

I went to choir rehearsal last Tuesday evening, only to find out that it was the final one. Our choir was disbanded. The decision came down from on high (or somewhere) that none of the current (or future) smaller campuses would have an actual choir. We'll just have the front line (basically our worship leaders). I was not prepared for that. It came as a blow and definitely saddened me. However, when I examined my disappointment more fully, I had to acknowledge that it wasn't entirely centered around the choir's demise. It was also affected by my feeling of not having fully stepped up to the plate. It's seemed that there's been so much going on, so many distractions, that I hadn't been fully committed or participatory. I kept trying to "get back on track," but somehow the time commitment always seemed a little much, or I was too tired, or something else took precedence. It was like being torn in two. Our lead front liner told us that she was positive that God had already been speaking to each of us about our future direction, because she knew Him too well to believe that it was otherwise. As always, I feel pulled in different directions. All I know for sure is, I never feel more engaged or alive than when I'm worshiping Him. And the only instrument I have is my voice. So, I'll let Him lead.

What The Successful Single Girl Does for Valentine's Day (Weekend)

Happy Valentine's/President's Day! Since it's a long holiday weekend, I'm appreciative. Last night at my new singles small group, we got a different perspective from someone from Colombia. She said that in her country it's called "Friends and Lovers Day." At least I think that's what she said. Anyway, her point was to ask us if it's true that in America it's basically a day for couples. We had to admit that it was. Then we proceeded to discuss what significance the holiday (Valentine's Day, not President's Day) has for singles. Of course we talked at length about God's love.

At work today, there were several deliveries of flowers for various ladies. The rest of us smiled wistfully and congratulated them. One delivery was different. It was a Fed Ex package from Zales. A couple of us joined in to help the recipient open it. We speculated on what it might contain. The recipient opened the package and handed the small box to our other co-worker, while I guess she was looking to see if there was anything else in the package. I asked, "Do you think it's earrings?" She didn't. She pulled out a card. So there I stood with the card, our co-worker had the box, and the recipient had the now empty container. She told the other girl to open the box. It contained a diamond anniversary band. She directed me to read the card. It said something like, "To my dear wife; we made it!" We two non-recipients ahhhed. Not so the addressee. She snatched the ring away, stared at it and exclaimed, "Square diamonds! Square diamonds! He knows I only like round diamonds!" She then began to examine the invoice carefully to determine if the fault lay with him or with Zales. The last I saw of her, she was on their website trying to track down her "correct" ring. I'm still flabbergasted!

I think I'll just go to the Toby Mac concert tomorrow...