I never wanted it to end.
The moment I had my conducting baton up in the air, then down on the beat, left to right and up again, willing the musicians and singers to create something beyond all of us. The moment I held my newborn daughter and knew from how she stared into my face and memorized it to infinity that she loved me for no other reason than…I. Was. Her. Person. The moment that I wanted to last forever, the moment that didn’t, couldn’t last forever.
Sometimes I got to do a dress rehearsal…and then the real gig, with the real audience, the real applause, the real compared to just warming up.
Mostly, though, you don’t get a dress rehearsal.
This. Is. It. Your Life. Each moment an opportunity to create something beyond you. Speak something beyond you. Transform something beyond you. And yet I have lived many of those moments like, they didn’t count. Like there would be another better moment coming. Wrong. Each moment a gift. Each life – Your life – Yours to live the gift of it. The duty comes in the response to the gift.
To lift the baton. For real. Not just rehearsal. To make each measure, note, count. All of it. So if it all counts, what happened to all those moments I had, didn’t revel in, live in, dance in….and then they were gone.
Don’t do the rehearsal. Do the Life.
Do it Clear- get clarity of Values, Vision. Get Visible – so others can see you. Live Your One Life Full. Do it Brave. Be Fearless to get to Zion with no shame because you traded that in for His Glory long ago. Do it Strong. Your pilgrimage is from ‘strength to strength until you appear before the Lord your God in Zion’. Psalm 84 is your map. The One who has gone before holds the baton. And He is saying, let that music flow out of you, baby. It’s time. To live your life. To the full.