As I write this, I’m experiencing simultaneous – perhaps conflicting – emotions. Allow me to explain.
We just finished up our Fall Tour – which was a blast! We had a great time and it was so much fun to play my songs, tell my stories and talk about the good and faithful God that I love.
And it’s always a bonus that I get to hang out with my buddy Chris (21 years of playing music together!) – and this time, with my new friend Jordan (who, it turns out, was one year old when Chris and I started playing music together. Man, I’m getting old…).
Plus there was lots of good food and pretty much non-stop laughter. It was everything I love about going on the road.
However, near the end of the trip we experienced an unexpected and frustrating complication.
In Spokane, Washington, our van was broken into and nearly everything was stolen. Various guitars, most of my merchandise, equipment and gear – even my pillow. (Seriously guys? My pillow?).
I don’t want to make too big a deal of this; it’s just stuff.
And I’m reminding myself to be grateful; in all these years, I’ve never had to face this particular challenge.
We’ve filed a police report, submitted a list of everything we can think of that was stolen, contacted insurance (fingers crossed), repaired the damage to the van – basically, we’ve done all the things you can do in this situation. Now we wait and hope for the best.
Following the theft, we still had three shows to go. All three churches graciously provided instruments for us, and we adapted, using whatever was available. The people were wonderful, the ministry continued, and God’s faithfulness was reaffirmed.
In fact, during the very next show, it dawned on me how much these songs and stories underscored that theme. God is faithful. I can trust Him.
It’s all true. And while I would prefer to live in a world wherein vans don’t get broken into, instead I am reminded that Jesus is with me and will be with me through everything.