I love dancing.
I love watching dancing.
I love teaching dancing.
I'm ever amazed by the cultural variety and beauty present in dance.
I love watching others learn to dance.
I love helping the hesitant begin to enjoy dancing.
I love that my children find the same joy in dancing that I do.
I love hearing music while seeing it come to life as it directs movement.
I love the precision and the rhythm.
I love the freedom - the twirling and spinning, flipping and flying.
I love figuring out new steps, hearing new beats, trying new patterns.
I particularly love the uniqueness of each member in a dance troup submitting themselves to the grace of unity.
I read this in a book recently: "to observe their family is to witness a dance of grace."
May those who see us also see that dance of grace in our family...
...THAT has become one of my daily prayers.
|(All photos taken on Mother's Day, 2012, during a sandstorm here in Niamey.|
Some of my gang could not resist dancing and playing in the wind and sand. Nothing like stating the obvious!)
[Manion, Jeff (2010-07-14). The Land Between: Finding God in Difficult Transitions (Kindle Location 776).
Zondervan. Kindle Edition.]