Its the waning hours of Thursday night, and tomorrow we leave for Waco for the Baylor YouthCue Festival with the kids. All the hard work and preparation is almost over...the buses will be here in the morning, and we will board those big charters and make our way down to Central Texas. Crossing the Brazos River will have never been so bittersweet.
It's been a tough week, to say the least. With Hannah's accident still fresh in my mind, I feel like a piece of us, a piece of me, will still be left in some room where nurses come in at all hours of the night and the sterile smell of a sanitized room permeates the air. I pray that when her eyes close in restful and healing sleep, she hears the strains of a melody that we have rehearsed down deep in her heart and mind.
We are incomplete without her...
And yet, if the Lord tarries, we will load the buses and make our trip. We will step foot on the Baylor campus, make our way to Jones Concert Hall, and Festival 2007 will begin. It will be good to feel somewhat in a familiar place again, even though it's been years since my feet stepped on that campus as an auditioning Senior in high school with my clarinet, my mom and my friend B.J.. What's more, I get to take a great group of students with me...including my son.
How very ironic and sweet life is. In this one event, life comes almost full circle. From student to teacher...from being led to being the leader...from son to father...from inspired to inspiration...from dreamer to dream weaver.
It's worth it. Waco, here we come.
It's been a tough week, to say the least. With Hannah's accident still fresh in my mind, I feel like a piece of us, a piece of me, will still be left in some room where nurses come in at all hours of the night and the sterile smell of a sanitized room permeates the air. I pray that when her eyes close in restful and healing sleep, she hears the strains of a melody that we have rehearsed down deep in her heart and mind.
We are incomplete without her...
And yet, if the Lord tarries, we will load the buses and make our trip. We will step foot on the Baylor campus, make our way to Jones Concert Hall, and Festival 2007 will begin. It will be good to feel somewhat in a familiar place again, even though it's been years since my feet stepped on that campus as an auditioning Senior in high school with my clarinet, my mom and my friend B.J.. What's more, I get to take a great group of students with me...including my son.
How very ironic and sweet life is. In this one event, life comes almost full circle. From student to teacher...from being led to being the leader...from son to father...from inspired to inspiration...from dreamer to dream weaver.
It's worth it. Waco, here we come.
