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last week was a blur - getting ready for the concert and all…the day finally arrived, after much fanfare [and practice], and it went a little something like this:
woke up the first time a tad bit ealier than usual Sabbath morning…so I went back to sleep. And then I got up and listened to music…and tried to figure out what to wear. I actually came up with a pretty good outfit - I was lookin cute [if I do say so myself].
Got to church just barely in the nick of time to start Sabbath School with the youth, and we played a lil Bible game in the book of Judges. It was fun - I was reminded of a few things, and we all learned a bit. As I drove up to the church though, I saw something that kinda worried me…what was that? Oh - just some friends from outta town. Why would that worry me? Cuz the house wasn't quite up to par yet [read: still reeling from the tornado of mail/laundry/snacks that had come through last week]. But I knew that since we weren't having pot luck, they'd need to come home for dinner with me…so I told them after church - "if you guys could just wait a few minutes so I can throw a few bodies in the closet, you can come on over for dinner…" or something like that. [perhaps not quite so graphic in front of their 1 and 3 yr old, but you get the picture]
Sabbath morning though, we [that is, Shiloh] sang for church..we sang "In Moments Like These" and it was quite nice. A cappella - one mic - I suppose you might even call it an organic performance. It was good, whatever you wanna call it.
So I came home after church, threw everything that wasn't trash [and some stuff that was] in my room and shut the door. Threw some soup together in a pot, and had my guests over in short order. [ok, yes, I'm a tad embarrassed by the state of my home prior to guests arriving, but you see…sometimes that's how my life is. C'est la vie.]
Hung out with the guests and had dinner - quite nice actually - soup/bread/pretzels, and pears for dessert. Mom was on her way, and thankfully she got here right before I had to leave to go back to the church to practice.
Went back to church and we practiced. Warmed up. Had a great time. The stools were there…we got into our positions…we were ready. Except I wasn't sure if I was gonna wear jeans or not. I really felt like wearing jeans because [as most of you know] I always feel like wearing jeans. In fact, I was wearing jeans. But while we were practicing, it struck me, that I had some pants that I hadn't thought about earlier in the week - my pants from my brown [-ish] suit…they'd be perfect [if they fit right]…and lo and behold, they were perfect!
Came home, picked up mom, changed pants, grabbed an old/new cassette tape [old cuz it's old, new cuz it was still in the wrapper], slipped on the flats I bought last week for this very occasion [since my partners are a fair deal shorter than me, there's no point in me wearing heels], and headed back to church - relaxed and happy.
I come in to church [everyone greets my mom and that takes…a good minute], pick up a program, sit down next to mom, and realize that we didn't practice one of the songs! Hey - it could happen to anyone, right? [we'd practiced it before, just not that day]
So, it's getting close to time to start, and I don't see my dad yet. Starting to get a lil worried, cuz I don't want him to miss a thing. When I call - he's getting out of the car - in the parking lot. YAY! I go meet him at the door, and we go through the whole thing again with everyone greeting/meeting my dad…nice, but I'm impatient now. Cuz R is missing.
And it's three minutes to 7?
You know, I just mentioned how I was pushing it to come to Sabbath School, but man…I made it. Well…technically, he did too. Just made me sweat a little.
I dunno why though, cuz he got there, and then N went missing. AAAGH! Keeping a smile on my face and a song in my heart was easy. Couldn't stop this from running through my brain though: "this is ca-ra-zay. It's almost 10 past seven. Why are we not up there already?!?"
Finally, at about 10 past seven, we did get up on the platform. The pastor prayed to open the concert, and the lights went down on everyone but us. We introduced ourselves, as Shiloh, and began the concert.
Repertoire
Champion of Love
God Will Make a Way
I Can Only Imagine
I Cast All My Cares
Lord, I Believe in You
Only a Boy Named David
You are My Hiding Place
Jesus, Take the Wheel
There is None Like You
This Little Light of Mine
Wonderful, Merciful Saviour
Tomorrow
The Lord Bless You and Keep You
The whirlwind of music and laughter and fun began - and all of it was great. All I wanna do is…do it again.
To be cont…