If you get the chance to see Needtobreathe in concert, go. They are amazing live.
If you get the chance to see anything at the Ryman, even if it’s your Aunt Judy playng the tub bass, go. It is a stunning venue, both visually and acoustically.
Put them both together and you have the makings of a very fine night.
On the heels of such a glorious night, I find myself easily irritated by little things and short-tempered. The danger of any mountaintop experience is always that we’re more prone to temptation afterward.
I’m so beyond glad that tomorrow is Friday. As tired as I am, I’d hate to think I still had a whole week to trudge through.
The truth of the matter remains that I am always in need of the grace of God. Whether I’m in the middle of an awesome concert and riding a high or coming down to earth afterward, I need grace.
I need grace when I am the life of the party (which is rare, but always fun to see) and when I feel like a social leper.
I need grace when I had the best quiet time with God and when I didn’t even have one.
Simply put, I need Jesus. Every morning I pray something like, “Jesus, I need you. Without you, I will fail at my job and in my relationships and especially in my walk with You. Come inhabit every moment of my day and come fill me up with You. Anoint and empower me to live this life Your way.”
So at 11:18 pm, I close the day and this blog with this: I have never leaned on Jesus and not gotten the support I need. Not ever. Jesus is completely and totally reliable, trustworthy, and dependable.
By the way, I’m hoping for one of those “life of the party” moments any day now . . . .