With this happy thought I continued my weekend, working everyday, all day, and consuming large amounts of breakfast foods late at night because I don't take breaks at work. Last night after work, I went to a Milano concert, a local band here in Chicago. It was costume themed, of course, so as a cat I went. Forgetting my id, I had two X's sharpied onto my hands proclaiming I was underage, the bouncer apologetically telling me I couldn't drink. I told him to make the X's big because I didn't plan on drinking. About three songs into Milano's set, God suddenly struck me with the realization, again, that He was there. In that room. In that bar. And with joy I knew He was speaking into my heart, proclaiming His faithfulness to me. It was unexpected and assuring, and I rejoiced and praised Him for reminding me of something that I ought never forget. He is everywhere, always with me, always for me, always.
Look Milano up; they're phenomenal. http://www.myspace.com/hearmilanomusic
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