Last night I was reminded that all my efforts, when for the glory of my Father, are good enough.  It was Christmas Eve; I was asked to sing “O Holy Night” with my newest singing friend Jake Wilder; Jake and I were well-prepared; we were being accompanied by seasoned professionals; the setting was beautiful and inspiring; the air in the church was extremely dry; I fought through every note; I prayed that my voice and the words would inspire; and, then, I got the the last note–not even the highest one I would sing in that song–and faltered.  The vocal cords were done; they slammed shut; done with that song and the last whole note.  So, I instantly thought….oh, heck…that was awful.

This morning, after I woke, I had a different viewpoint of the event.  It was not an awful performance.  It was my best effort possible at that time…under those circumstances.  God does not ask us to be perfect….He just asks us to give of our talents and to work for His kingdom.

And still today, on the day we celebrate Christ’s birth, I have sorrow.  I know how much I miss my mom, and I can only imagine how much 27 families are missing their loved ones.  Today, I pray for the family of Jesse Lewis.  I pray that I have the courage to walk into trials and not shy away from them.   Jesse sounds like a child who lived with the light of Christ in him.  If Jesse can do it, so can I.  Here is an excerpt from his obituary….

“Jesse McCord Lewis was an amazing child, full of light and love that was unmistakable in his presence. He brought joy to the world with his infectious and radiant smile. He was smart and compassionate beyond his years. Jesse died bravely trying to lead other children to safety. He ran into the hallway to help when he heard the shots. In our hearts we already knew because that was the way he lived his life – fearless, full of courage and strength.

We take comfort in knowing what a brave child he was. His actions were consistent with the way he lived his life; passionately embracing everything, a perfect combination of courage and faith, like a little soldier, his favorite toy. The love we shared was abundant and all encompassing.”