Well, I would say this tour has gone by fast, but that’s not entirely true. Every tour ebbs and flows. One day it feels like the shows are flying by, and before you know it you’ve seen most of the west coast. Still, other days all you want is to wake up in your own bed, and to be far away from the all too familiar bus fumes. This spring, I have had my ebbs and flows, and as I am flying home from Tampa tonight, the last stop on the tour, I will do my best to re-cap this eventful 8 weeks of my life.
I can remember a packed house in Seattle, and over 2 thousand people showing 2 hours early to watch my documentary, “Nothing to Say.” The radio station advertised the special screening of the film for anyone who had a ticket to the show. But, I couldn’t believe how many people came to see the film early. That was awesome! Seattle remains one of my favorite cities, and every visit brings it closer to the top of my list.
I remember spending time with family in Omaha. My mom flew in for the show to visit her brother and sister-in-law. It’s always great to see family on the road. For a few hours, you forget you’re out of town. The joined me on a trip to a Children’s center in Omaha that helps place foster children. It was great to visit an organization helping kids in the area. I brought my guitar along and we sang some tunes. One little 4-year-old boy was a tough nut to crack until I found out it was his birthday. I made up a song for him, but his eyes didn’t light up until he got an autographed picture. He probably thought it was a pic of tobyMac… ☺
I can remember the subtle wave of fear I would feel before walking on stage each night. The doubts that would come into my mind. It was just me and a guitar this time. All those people out there, and I’ve got no band, no fancy light show. Just me and a guitar. But then I remember the calm that came over me as I heard the crowd sing my songs back to me each night. I remember thanking God for using me in that moment, above the fear, in spite of the doubt.
I remember talking with my ride to the airport tonight, and hearing the story of a guy who’s had his ups and downs. He heard my show, and heard me talking about my surgery. He told me how he fell 23 feet onto a concrete floor at a construction site, and nearly died. But he shared with me how he knows it all happened for a reason. He said, “Before that happened, my life was heading in the wrong direction. But the accident made me a better dad.” Wow! I was floored by this guy’s story. We pulled up to the airport, prayed together and thanked God for the lessons he’s taught us both through brokenness.
And although this tour has reached the end of the road, I’m sure little details will pop up every once in a while, or a return visit to a city or town will take me back to this tour. I think it’s good to remember the events of our lives, and I believe how well we remember the details of our lives, depends on whether or not we lived in the moment. See, when we live in the moment, soaking up every day, we’re more inclined to want to remember. I hope I’ve lived in the moment enough. Because, I sure would like to remember.