Amazing!

It's 4:15 and I've just entered a practice room after studio class, fully intending to practice for 30 minutes until my audition. Orchestra audition that is. But not just any old audition, it's the concertmaster audition. A little bit more weighty than regular orchestra auditions. I'm in the practice room, playing away when I hear a knock on my door. I opened the door to find my violin professor (who also happens to be one of the two audition judges...) who informed me that it was time for my audition. Now let me give a little background. The conservatory has very (very)powerful air conditioning and is always absolutely freezing. This is horrible for the fingers when trying to practice so I've taken to storing a huge green sweatshirt in my locker which I throw on over whatever I happen to be wearing at the time of practice. I was wearing this green giant when my prof came to the door. Underneath this green sweater I was dressed up for the audition, as I should have been, but who could tell?? I was a hot mess guys, really. How could I have lost track of time? I went hurrying out of the room with prof/judge on my tail only to run into the ORCHESTRA CONDUCTOR (also one of the judges...also looking for me...) who was waiting in the foyer. Goodness. Can you all say FlLUSTERED??? So that wasn't the best way to go into a stressful audition and I felt that I played it horrible. Almost broke down on my way out after I had completely bombed the sight-reading. Feeling like a bit of a failure I "stormed" out of the conservatory hoping not to run into anyone I knew so I wouldn't have to talk.
The room mates were great. They still loved me even though I felt awful. They didn't believe I had bombed it, even when I sang my own rendition of my horrendous sight reading attempts...
I checked the post board to see if the seatings were posted and there was my prof again who announced that there were five (yes five) concertmasters this semester and I (yes me) was one of them.
*speachless* (let's have a moment of silence...)
Okay. God is good. What else can I say? Yes He would have been just as good if I had gotten a bad seat too. But I'm realizing that He really does want to bless His children and give us good things. He's not intent on punishing us for our mistakes just so that we suffer. It seems like the Lord has given me another chance. Sounds dramatic I know, but I'm not sure that it is.
I'm determined to use this blessing for His glory and honor. I know I cannot succeed without Him and wherever my life shows success should be pointing to Him and His Awesome power. It's Amazing.