The MS play has come and gone. A two-month labor of love and tears and endurance reaches its pique in a 72-hour time frame in which adrenaline courses through all their tiny bodies and we perform 3 times for the community audiences. And it all went so much better than I expected at the 73-hour mark. The kids put their offering on the stage, and I’m so grateful that God was pleased to accept it and turn it into something beautiful. Here’s my Psalm 136-esque praise:
Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good. His love endures forever.
Give thanks to the God of gods and Lord of lords. His love endures forever.
To him who alone does great works. His love endures forever.
Who brought us through 3 performances of our show. His love endures forever.
Who helped us remember lines and props. His love endures forever.
Who allowed lights and sounds to work. His love endures forever.
Who gave us audiences that laughed and cried. His love endures forever.
Who blessed our meager offering on the stage. His love endures forever.
Who causes gratitude to well up in our hearts. His love endures forever.
Give thanks to the God of heaven for the success of the MS play. His love endures forever.
