To be completely honest with you, I am a control freak. It isn't my favorite quality, but nevertheless it is one. I am the youngest child of four, and I almost always get my way. Not in the, "My parents always cave to my every wish", type of way. More in the, "I'm just the only one left at home" type of way. I have this awful complex to want everything "Madi-perfect", and I have the hardest time going with the flow when something doesn't go the way I wanted it to. This trait, call it what you may, has come out an awful lot during the process of Ghana Rock.
After waking up physically sick from stressing over Ghana Rock stuff all week, I realized maybe this whole "madi-perfect" thing has to change. I was talking to Mr. Garrett this afternoon, he told me a story about The Father's House and how he had to let go, and let God. The Father's House faces the ocean, and it's beautiful because when you stand on the balcony you look over and see gorgeous Ghana ocean and sand. Literally, I couldn't imagine a better place for a vacation. Turns out, that wasn't they way the blue-print was drawn. Instead, The Fathers House was supposed to face the other opposite direction. If it was built like it was supposed to be, it would have been all wrong. There would be no view. It wouldn't be as perfect as it is today. Every aspect of The Father's House has had Gods hand in it the entire time. If they hadn't gone with the flow and trusted that the building was going to be perfect the way it was built they would have missed out on so much.
My point is, that I am holding on to every last detail of Ghana Rock. It is literally making me sick. I want the night to be perfect, I want everything to look awesome, and I want people to say, "WOW!". I'm missing it though, I am missing the fact that people don't need to be wowed by the stuff, they need to be wowed by God.
I think The Father's House is perfect, even if it didn't go according to their plan. God's the better architect anyway.
-Madi
