I gave the dead guy my baggage tonight. He took it for me as he recovered from his death scene and I closed the doors. Then I flew out to the balcony in the back waving my arms like a maniac to where the stage manager was helping someone get dressed down below so she could cue the lights. Sometimes, the lights in life don’t come on until we’ve closed a door or two. It takes a great deal of courage to close the doors in the dark and wait for the light, not really sure if it’s going to come on or not. Just be careful when you’re moving in the dark. Trust your intuition, more importantly trust God, and if you have to run across the stage to give the next light cue, just remember, you need to avoid that hospital table at the end of the bed. If you don’t, you may have a bruise in the morning. But God can heal that too.
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