So, just an update.
I went to Relay for Life this weekend. They didn't read my Granny's name when talking about those who this weekend was honoring. I feel alright about never going to another one.
Now, let it be known, my Granny wasn't your typical cancer survivor. She read the keynote speech for the survivors a few years ago. She went every year, even when she didn't feel like it. And, frankly, she had three luminaries, so there's really no excuse for them to NOT have her name on a list to be read somewhere.
No excuse. None.
I'm not Hal in Proof. I'm not Orlando in As You Like It. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. Now, mind you, I'm thrilled with who DID get Orlando, and am positive that they will knock it out of the park, especially with Tiffany Porter as Rosalind. But, still...it's discouraging.
When I was home, I went to my home church. While there, I was able to see a really great sermon by this guy Steven Furtick. The thing that I needed to hear was the idea of remembering God's past faithfulness. The idea that He has brought me through hard times before, and He will bring me through again.
It's been of great comfort these last few days, but today, when I found out I didn't get Orlando, it suddenly got very hard. Very, very hard. However, I'm trying to take a step back, see the big picture, and know that I will be placed where I need to be.
But, man, it's just hard sometimes.