Cutting it Close

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Tonight was the El Shaddai concert, which I almost didn’t make because this afternoon I got a migraine.  The plan was to leave for Harrisburg at 5:30.  An hour before that I was in bed trying to keep from throwing up.  Thankfully, I was able to fall asleep though I’d pretty much written off making the concert.  However, when I awoke at 5:50 the nausea and most of the headache had passed.  My little friend, Rebekah, who’d received a short “distress” email earlier, called and prayed for me.  I went downstairs, ate a little bit, and felt marginally better.  At 6:10 I decided to go for it.  It took five minutes to dress and out the door I went.

On the way I witnessed an accident (no serious injuries, thankfully) when someone pulled right out in front of the guy ahead of me.  I pulled over and wrote down my name and number on a slip of paper and gave it to him, apologizing that I couldn’t stay until the cops came because I was running late.  I used to do transcription for Nationwide and can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard the standard, “He came out of nowhere” when someone makes a stupid move like that.

Anyway so I get to the Forum 15 minutes before the concert starts (45 minutes after I was supposed to be there), and was greeted by a friend who said, “You look awful!”  (I love her honesty :)   Makeup would have helped, I suppose, but I wasn’t thinking of that in my rush to get there.  I’d missed the warmup, but not the time of prayer backstage.  Then we went on and got to enjoy the fruit of all that labor.  It was a glorious concert and there was a good turnout.  I was a little shaky the first couple of songs (probably from the headache medicine), but we had a chance to take a short break in the middle and I got to sit down while the pianist played an amazing rendition of O Holy Night.

And then it’s over and I’m back home and it all seems like a dream.  I will probably dream of boats tonight, because typing that triggered my favorite version of Row, Row, Row Your Boat from Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood:

Propel, propel, propel your craft

gently down aqueous solution.

Exultantly, exultantly, exultantly, exultantly,

existence is but an illusion!

I am thankful that someday existence will be more than what we now see and that there will be no more migraines, or pain, or accidents thanks to what Jesus did.  But for right now I’m going to illusion myself to bed.  Amazing how it seems as if I have a new lease on life when a migraine passes.  :)

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