Awake

Last night, after a long day of being sick and then Dad's wreck, I was thinking about quite a few things. As usual, I was thinking about music, and my thoughts brought me back to my last choir concert in Ogallala. (My thoughts tend to bring me to a lot of places, events, people, and things. Sometimes I think my mind has a mind of it's own.) Our Mass Choir song still brings tears to my eyes.

Awake! Awake my soul and sing the time for praise has come. The silence of the night has passed a new day has begun. Let music never die in me, forever let my spirit sing.

That night there was so much emotion, it was the last concert with the seniors, it was the last concert with the Baldman, but it was also my last concert with all of the wonderful people who encouraged me and comforted me. It was taking every ounce of strength in my body not to cry while I was singing. During the last song, The Lord Bless You and Keep You, I completely lost it. Holding hands with two of my best friends helped ease my sadness, but there was nothing I could do to keep those tears in. I was even told, "It's going to be okay. We'll all be just fine. I'm not going to cry." as said person let a couple of tears break free. Emotions were flowing like crazy that night. After that, I would ask myself, what did I do to deserve such amazing people in my life? We are all truely blessed. God has put one or more person in each of our lives to be there for us, to encourage us, and most importantly, to whip us into shape everyonce and awhile. (No, that is not concerning my present state of not doing anything physical at all. Although, I really should be doing at least something.) Thank those people often; don't take anything for granted.