Good Morning, God!
Sandy arrives HOME this afternoon. Ian called her in Australia — in distress — and Mark called having gotten her email saying their flight left in two hours so they could be called before then. Ian’s distress was helped by a plate of spaghetti — I feel my sole contribution has been food.
Then I set out to go off past Oro Valley to watch Mark’s band perform in a Tucson-wide Band Competition. Did they HAVE band competitions, God, when our girls played in marching bands? Ah well, they do now. Here are the categories upon which they are judged: · Auxiliary · Percussion · Visual Performance · General Effect · Music Performance. Mark tells they have professional band judges. Amazing, God, how many subjects have Experts.
I suppose the more one knows — the more nuanced ones appreciation becomes. Still, in Mark’s mind it was summed up by “We didn’t WIN!” Ah, the American Viewpoint. Or perhaps, God, the Human Viewpoint?” However, their “Excellent” was the highest any band received. Mark responded with “Yeah, 20 other bands got that, too!”
And that brings me back to the story about PERFECT! I gave Ian a hug yesterday after his “distress” and told him YOU ARE PERFECT! And, God, as I said this, I realized that is how You see him — as PERFECT! I don’t mean “perfect” as a judge would — or even in the ordinary sense of the word. I mean it more in the sense that last night’s crescent moon was “perfect” — worthy of awe and admiration, in and by itself — not weighed against all other crescent moons of its stage.
A dear friend taught me the Power of the word “Perfect” when she hugged me after I had made a stupid error and whispered. “You’re perfect.” I sensed then the HEALING POWER in that simple word. Thank You, God!