This weekend was an incredibly busy one for Adam and I. While a part of me wished I was off at CHA with the rest of my artsy friends, I knew there was something that needed to be done here.
Auditions for the new musical we're directing.
I'm sure this won't be the last time I talk about Hercules because it's a show we wrote and because I always learn so much from the kids I direct... and this weekend was no exception.
Friday night, we filtered into a very warm room in a local church where we held auditions. Nearly 100 kids took their turn getting up on the stage and singing their little hearts out... and we smiled and watched and recorded thoughts and over and over I kept thinking the same thing.
It takes incredible bravery to do what they're doing up there.
Occasionally, one of the kids would cry--either before or after their performance. Always we went to them to tell them not to worry...because they'd done such a good job just by getting up there.
It occurred to me with one child in particular, that there was enough fear to bring about a pretty steady diet of tears for a few very long minutes...
He was scared...but he did it anyway. Nine years old and he talked himself into being brave.
I'm 37 and I wonder if I can do the same thing.
I walked away feeling so encouraged and so inspired to have witnessed this kind of bravery over and over again, and I knew once again (not that I'd been doubting) that God had brought us back here for this very purpose. This is exactly what I'm meant to do in this exact moment.
And my soul was so still for it.
And I am blessed.
