tonight

Well, before I burn the midnight oil, I'll share my evening with you. I left the church and headed home to eat and continue homework. On the way, I stopped by the UPS store to send back a backpack that I ordered and received in duplicate. I pulled up and found them open, but during the time I parked my car, they turned the lights out and closed. Seriously, I'm talking like 45 seconds. So, I'm thinking what else...

My pants started to vibrate at that point. Well, my phone in my pants, so I answered and my friend Rachael was on the other line. She said she had an extra ticket to see Matt Redman, Louie Giglio, and Chris Tomlin at the Civic Auditorium. I was torn, but I remembered reading today in my book that I should be more attentive to the "interruptions" in my daily life, because those are really the opportunities. So, I agreed.

I got there a little late, and went into the Coliseum, instead of the Auditorium. It's the same building, but different entrances... now I know. When I got in there, the extra ticket was not with my friends, but they said there was room to stand beside them. So, I went in and Matt Redman was already playing. Let me preface all this by saying that this was not really a concert, not to the guys playing/speaking, and not to me (though to some it was I'm sure). This was church, albeit in a really cool way. Redman played a number of songs, and I absolutely love his music. It's very simple, both lyrically and musically, but has the depth and heart that are unbelievable. Plus, it has a Brit rock feel to it, which I like. Louie spoke, and the Chris Tomlin played.

I'll skip all the little details, but here's what I was reminded... with very good timing I might add. In the grand scheme of this universe, I'm insignificant. I'm tiny, with tiny little problems, tiny little pains, and a tiny little world. All that said, I am loved and valued and cared for by the one true God. He holds the whole universe in the palm of His hand, and yet, He loves me and carries me through the valleys (or at least guides me), and He heals all my pains. He doesn't always take these things away, but he heals them. Look, I've got problems, and frustrations and pain and lonliness, but God will heal that. Yes, I may be different, things may be different, I may even be left with scars. But, if I'll let Him heal me, those scars are a reminder of how much He loves me... both to remind me how He healed me, and to remind me of how He sacrificed on the cross. Jesus must have had some pretty nasty scars. See, if you aren't left with the scars, you never remember. It's just lost.

My scars are my story.