Had a great weekend. Dad was visiting from California, so I drug him along on a road trip. I was privileged to open for Phil Keaggy outside of Indianapolis. Phil was in top form (incredible!) and full of fun energy which he attributed to the consumption of three small cupcakes back stage before the concert. I did a few ad libs with him on “Noah’s Song” and even joined in on the chorus of “What A Day.” He graciously played along on “Romans 15:13 (The Benediction Song).” Such a treat! And as an added bonus, I seized the opportunity to invite my Dad onto the platform to play a tune on the accordion. A willing participant, he nearly stole the show. The crowd let him know it through a standing ovation. I can’t take him anywhere.
From there, we headed north to South Bend for a live taping of LeSea Broadcasting’s flagship program, The Harvest Show. It goes into a gazillion homes all over the world. After that, we booked it over to Chicago for back to back interviews on Moody Radio. I taped for Midday Connection and a new program called Faith On Record which covers music from the 70s, 80s, and mid-90s. I also got to do Chris Fabry LIVE! All great opportunities to reminisce and share my God stories. A piece of Giordano’s pizza and a trek down the Magnificent Mile and Dad and I were heading back to Nashville.
Looking to the weekend ahead, I’ll be ministering at a women’s retreat in Kentucky. Our theme: a crown of beauty for ashes from Isaiah 61:3. I’m excited to share my own beauty for ashes story and encourage those still living in the ashes that the beauty is coming. That’s just what God does. He makes all things beautiful in His time.
Flipping through an old journal, I came upon an excerpt from C.S. Lewis’ The Weight of Glory and Other Addresses…“What more, you may ask, do we want? Ah, but we want so much more–something the books on aesthetics take little notice of. But the poets and mythologies know all about it. We do not want merely to see beauty, though God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words–to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it.”
Oh, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord, to enter His temple, or encounter Him on a retreat in Kentucky. They said to bring comfortable shoes. We’ll be taking a prayer walk. I might even wander off path, find a clearing in the trees, raise my hands heavenward and give God a standing ovation. He’s always in top form.
One grateful girl,