I've had that song in my head at least once every day for the past four days. The Christmas Grand Ole Gospel Sing was a blast. I found out on Friday that I would be playing in it on Sunday, and it made my weekend. I got to practice with the band, go to rehearsal and see almost the whole cast, hang out with the Seale Sisters afterwards, and then see the entire cast, including Behind the Cross, who weren't in the performance, but came to see it, during the two performances. It also brought back great memories of the musicals, because of how the break between the two identical performances was similar to the performance Saturdays for the musicals. I also got to see Chris on Friday night, and we wrestled (I did a lot better than before, simply because I'm stronger now) and played Halo for several hours, and then did a little catching up. It's almost scary finding out how much some stuff has changed while I was gone, when those things had been the same for as long as I could remember. I guess you always see life happening to other people, but then, when it finally happens to you, it doesn't seem so normal and predictable anymore. I've changed a lot, too, and not just physically. The Seales said that they had noticed any change in me, that I was still the same as before. At first, I was rather glad, and thankful, that I hadn't changed, but then I started to really think about it. I've always tried, not always successfully, to make sure that I'm the same person all the time. Not necessarily act the same all the time, because different situations and environments call for different types of behavior, but to have the same attitudes, temperaments, and, especially, morals. For example, it's ok to yell and scream at a football game, but not in a library, but is it ok to curse in front of your friends, but not at church? And not just cursing, but the things you talk about, joke about, and do. What I try to do is think about the person that I admire and look up to the most, and try to guess whether they would approve of whatever I do. If they were always there, watching me, would that person be proud of me, or disappointed? My goal is to always make that person proud. I'm not perfect, not even close, but I try.
Something that I'm sure I've mentioned more than once before in this blog is that I've been trying to get closer to God, and to have more regular quiet times. Well, recently, I got this devotional book, and, after getting it and getting all excited and thinking it was gonna help me get closer to God and everything, I realized that I was looking at it the wrong way. It's just a book, no matter what it's about, or who wrote it, or what. If it's not the Bible itself, it's just a book, written by a man (or woman. whatever). So, I prayed and asked God to use this book to help guide me in drawing closer to Him. I think He's done just that. The book really doesn't do all that much in itself. I read the entry, write my response to it, leaving space so I can see what I wrote next year and write how I feel then, and then read a little from the Bible and pray, pray, pray. I've been reading a little bit less, and praying a lot more, in my quiet times lately, which have been much more frequent, too. I'm very thankful for the book, and it's very special to me, but only because it was a gift from a very special friend. What really matters in my quiet times is God, and me, and what He is doing in my life now.
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