IT’S becoming a tradition: the first day of every concert tour is usually a dramatic one.
Today’s was spectacular.
Last summer, we had sudden electrical problems the night we were leaving. This winter, the sound and lighting equipment trailer detached from the tour bus. We found out the next day–in another city. And yesterday, two hours from home, we discovered that the bus’s water heater was kaput.
I should have expected it. In fact I did. But I was still ticked off. Grumbling, I turned the bus around, and headed to the repair shop, an hour away. We parked at a truck stop up the road.
This morning, after a short sleep, I awoke to the alarm clock… and a clear voice speaking in my heart:
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You are here for a purpose.