Last post, I wrote about directing the Christmas musical. Suffice it to say that at the conclusion of the dress rehearsal, I was fighting tears. Why? I was embarrassed that it didn't go well enough and my pride stung.
It's hard to make OK be acceptable. I like for things to be perfect and when they're not, I don't handle it well. Part of me feels like I have to achieve to gain approval.
As an adult, at least I'm at a point where I can see that this is a silly way to live my life. God loves me. Period. A musical can have some hiccups and it doesn't make me lose His love. I learned some lessons for the next time I undertake a project like this one in the future to iron out some of the hiccups, but that's not the lesson to take away here. My goal when I undertook this was that the kids got a chance to experience the Christmas story in a meaningful way. At Wednesday night's rehearsal, about 35 kids got to share the message of Jesus' birth in a special way. My own 3 kids loved the rehearsal and thought it was wonderful. I can be thankful for that success. The rest is just icing on the cake.
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