Last night, Kelly and I went to see Sara Groves, an artist both of us have loved for close to ten years now, perform at a church in Orlando. Given that she's sung both of us through such a big chunk of our lives, and given that both of us love live music so much, it's a little funny that neither of us had ever seen her live before, but I guess it's true that things happen when they're supposed to.
I'm not really ready to talk about it much, but I feel like I've been softening over the past few months. There's a calming to the chaos that has so often been present in both my internal and external lives, and it's a little more difficult to deal with the cacophony when things do get chaotic now. Difficult might not be the right word - I think I mean that the noise and confusion are unwelcome now, when I thrived on them before. My heart needs peace, and the quiet sort of joy that takes over when its present.
I guess the point of all this is that exactly the peace and joy I needed was delivered with love last night, and then we went and had a great dinner at my favorite restaurant, and I am just so grateful for my life and the grace and people in it. That's all.
While I'm thinking about it, last night's even was presented by Art House Orlando, a brilliant organization whose mission is to inspire a movement of creative communities that dream and enable stories of re-creation, advancing the good of people and planet. How cool is that? I wish we had something like it west of central.
