It’s the third day of tour, and I’ve already dropped my razor on the locker room floor, accidentally hit my toothbrush bristles on the sink faucet, dropped a contact, and lost my devotional book (and as a small group leader, that’s not exactly setting a good example). You’d think I’d be just about ready to give up and lock myself in our Elite Coach bathroom for the rest of the week. Somehow, I don’t have that exact mindset. Any normal person would. With our hectic schedule, it would be easy to describe myself as exhausted and discouraged. But something is keeping me going. Something keeps pushing me to get off my semi-deflated air mattress in the morning at a time I find to be a little too early, and express genuine thanks that I was granted the gift to wake up another day. Once I’m awake, I choose to go into a locked facility that houses juvenile delinquents. There’s no guarantee that they’ll clap like our family and friends do (who, by the way, we can’t thank enough for their support throughout the season. We miss you!). Yesterday we did a show in Massachusetts, in a rough part of town called Dorchester. That explained the rough faces in the crowd. There were these two guys in the front row who avoided eye contact as if they thought we’d drag them up on the risers and make them sing and dance with us if they focused their gaze on anything but our feet. They clapped for the first time after our final song, but their eyes remained averted. The amazing part was that they weren’t goofing off. They weren’t snickering or whispering back and forth. They were intently staring, and God just blessed me with this peace that although it didn’t appear they were listening, they really were. They cared what we had to say about God, but they will never know how much that means to us. Our show planted seeds in a few of their hearts, but we will never know how God will choose to water them. That’s the mystery in God that I’ll always be glad I can’t quite figure out.
P.S. Thanks for the Portable Miracle Ball, Dr. Ioli. It’s working, and I’ve been spreading the Miracle around to all of my friends =)
P.P.S. Moms, if you are worried that we’re not eating enough, fear not. The food staff is taking excellent care of us. Come to think of it, it has been ten minutes…must be time for snack!
About the Blogger
Katrina M. has been in Shining Light for two years. She is a small group leader, member of the choir, and has also been featured in four feature dances throughout her two years in the group. She is entering her Sophomore year in college at Harrisburg Area Community College’s Lebanon Campus. She was a Freshman at HACC throughout the 2008-2009 Shining Light season. Her hometown is Lebanon, PA.