Just when everyone had their lines memorized, costumes picked out and schedules coordinated, one of the three biggest snowstorms of the season (to quote a meterologist) hits. Peaceful landscapes are shaken up like a snow globe and the inhabitants left reeling and playing phone tage. "Wait - you can't come? Are you sure? Hang on, let me call Pastor again. (Baited grumble.)"
Christmas can be the most wonderful time of the year. Or it can not be. Specially if Christmas plays are involved.
I called one of my friends to pass on the dour news of cancellation, and he found it absolutely hilarious.
You know...I've learned so much through this frustrating cycle - letting go of perfectionism, leaving stress alone, learning to laugh instead of pull hair. Just trusting. I tell our group every time we practice that this is for God's glory and we need to remember that.
Hello, Bailey? Somebody needs to tell that to me every time we start. There's always one grumpy girl who exits stage left by the end of rehearsal.
So we get blizzarded in on the weekend of the performance. So what? If I truly believe it's all for God's glory, I would do well to remember Him who alone knows where the "storehouses of snow" are. If I truly believe He's omnipotent, if He has a will for this performance, if He has an interest in being glorified, then the performance got cancelled for a reason.
We just have to wait for that reason.
But looking on the bright side of things, at least our Christmas program didn't end up like this: