Star-Struck

Okay, this post is not even a little bit about the kids, I just needed to process last night a little!  Last night I had front row tickets to see Keith Urban, who happens to be my celebrity crush.  We didn't know we had front row tickets until we got there, because our tickets were at will call.  We walked in to find that we had the seats closest to the front of the stadium, and that there was a little platform stage about 8 feet away from our seats.  I was super excited, but not at all prepared for my reaction.  As soon as Keith came out, and I could see him so clearly without looking at that big screen, I freaked out.  There is no other way to describe it.  I just kept screaming "oh my gosh" (which, as I told the story to my kids, they pointed out should have been 'oh my goodness') with everything that I had in me.  I was purposefully telling myself (in my mind) that I needed to breath, in and out, in and out!  I suddenly understood those crazy girls who fainted over the Beatles.  I didn't faint, but I could easily have cried.  I forced myself not to.  That's crazy, right?  It was like I couldn't control it.  I knew that I love Keith, but goodness, gracious...I never would have imagined myself to do what I did.  Seriously, my stomach muscles are sore today because I screamed so intensely!  Then, suddenly, Keith was off the stage and walking towards where we were sitting.  And...I touched his shoulder.  Then I was shakey and I told Carey that my hand really did feel different.  Crazy, right?  Once again, I had to really focus on my breathing.  And, even as I was one of the crazies, it did occur to me what a strange thing it is, to have this person that everyone is just reaching out and touching...just to touch him.  Jesus is one thing, but Keith?  Why on earth, and yet, I'm still so excited about it.  I've said it about 1,000 times today; "I touched Keith Urban".

I keep thinking about what a crazy intense reaction I had, and how much I surprised myself.  And I think, it's a good thing that there is no pain or death in heaven because, if that's how I reacted to just be close to and touch Keith Urban, I feel like to meet Jesus I would just instantly explode.  I assume I won't but now I'm so curious to see how I will react to meeting Him face to face.  At least I won't lose my voice and have sore stomach muscles!

No zoom, guys.  He was just right there!