Let it Go

2 Cor 12:7-10

IF grace is the thing that lifts you up, to where you are as elated as St. Paul knows it is dangerous for him to be, and also the thing that knocks you off your little pedestal, then perhaps there's another grace in this story that St. Paul didn't catch or didn't include here.

The grace that says, "Seriously, you're worrying about the shorting out projectors now?  When you actors are doing such brilliant work?  When your booth is surviving such craziness?  When your auditorium is packed with people like it's never been and you are receiving glory from all around?  You're choosing to be mad about camcorders and ruined lighting plots?"

Seriously, one angry thorn?

Did the fever drive me past my breaking point today?  Or keep me from going too crazy over everything or keep me from being too elated at an acknowledged success?

It doesn't feel like a victory tonight, even if it should.  To keep me from being too elated.

There's something so brokenly human about how I don't feel elated tonight.