Tonight, I bought my own real pair of western boots that not only can I wear to help work on my brother’s property, but that look amazing and totally beautiful;
my mom ended up not being able to come to the rodeo with me and our family friend, and a different friend’s cousin canceled on coming with her and her mom;
the family friend and I met up, therefore, with my friend and her mom;
the two adults (because my friend and I are the children of the group) really hit it off, like old pals;
we all four got to ride in the Grand Entry at the rodeo, on two separate wagons;
I checked for tickets to the concert one last time, and found that there were exactly two available, and right where I wanted, so I bought them;
we discovered that our seats were an error, just as I registered a text message from the ticket office telling me the same thing;
the ticket office e-mailed me even better seats in exchange and kind of as compensation (like way, way better seats);
the two seats next to the two I’d bought ended up being open, and so my friend and her mom didn’t have to split up from us after all (to go to their own two seats elsewhere in the stadium);
Tim McGraw was lovely, as ever, and shows signs only of continuing to be fabulous all around as a human being, as a musician, and as a man (a side I have come to appreciate more and more as I have grown up, especially considering the previous two parts);
Clay Walker just casually showed up to duet with Tim McGraw on one of my childhood absolute favorites (Did you know that Clay Walker is from Texas?);
we had a wonderfully easy time exiting the stadium, grounds, and parking lot, as well as getting home;
and I was lent a truck to be able to visit family next week.
All in all, it was an absolutely magnificent evening.
All week, I wondered about tonight and what to do, because I realized that this concert actually was important to me, due to my deep childhood connection to the artist and his music from back then… and, at every worry, I chose to trust God, and let go of the concern, instead evaluating my present options and doing what I felt encouraged and pulled toward when I asked God.
And then, here was tonight, like Christmas for a small child, with everything landing wonderfully into places I had never quite expected.
Nothing could have worked so well, if things had gone as planned – they still could have been quite good, but nowhere near how they turned out.
In a way, this all goes to show how life can be so much better than we anticipate or think up ourselves – perhaps some divine inspiration in more parts of my life could be just the right thing right now…
Thank you, God.