Gifts

Recently when we had a day off for a big meeting, NH made the comment about what a wonderful life I had lived. I've always thought I missed too many things, but since NH comment I'm looking at life a little different. For instance, last night during choir practice my mind couldn't help but travel back to when we lived in Colorado. Don Fransisco was a neighbor (a mere 5 miles away) and one time he planned a huge concert in Crested Butte. Terry Clark was coming in and they both were well known contemporary Christian musicians. It was going to be a big night, until a blizzard hit! That's right it was the worse weather we got out of the whole 5 years we lived there. Thirty-six inches in 12 hours. They decided to go ahead with the concert. Terry Clark's plane had to land in Montrose a good 60-70 miles away, and then he drove to Crested Butte. There were only about 15 people in the auditorium, and it was a wonderful evening.

So last night during choir practice my mind raced back. I heard the music again. I left choir practice wanting to hear "High Praise" by Don Fransisco and any Terry Clark music. I left choir thankful that I had that experience. That it was a gift, but most importantly I left knowing that I have had a wonderful life and all these years I just didn't know.

Thanks NH for a few words that might not have meant much when you said them, but they've changed my whole outlook. I've always thought a joyful life alluded me, but it was right there all along. I just had to open my heart and mind to it.