Today I had a schedule full of cinematography planned for the Young Directors Workshop, and when I got to the building, our camera died in the most disturbing way imaginable.
After talking to it, walking in circles with it, praying over it to no effect and eventually pulling out the battery when it threatened to catch fire, I had twenty minutes to pull together lesson plans for both workshops that did not include a camera that turned on.
We had an amazing day.
We had breakthroughs I couldn't have imagined an hour before. I watched students break off line-reading that I'd never seen break free. There was listening and connection and freedom. I got to learn, and I watched them learn with me.
At the end of the day, I slid a battery into our camera, Captain Tagon, one more time. It worked perfectly.
This morning when the camera stopped working, I felt so isolated and persecuted and alone. I could not understand why this was allowed to happen. But even when I was muttering "You are still God; I don't get this but you're God," Someone Bigger than me had plans to our benefit and not to our hurt.
Today I got to watch God moving in my storm. And I am so grateful for the chance to dance in the rain.
