Yesterday in church we sang one of my favorite hymns, "Lord of the Dance". Listening to the refrain,
I am not a dancer by nature (we have the high school dance team videos to prove it), and up to this point I have almost always taken the easy road out, either because I was afraid things would change, or that they wouldn't.
I would like to think these days I am dancing just a little bit more. Not in a "what have I got to lose" kind of way, because I know now how much can be lost. But more in a "who knows what I will gain" way. I have to believe that there is somebody leading this dance I am in, and the best thing I can do is jump in feet first and keep them moving until it is time to stop. I can almost hear my great-grandmother clapping along.
Hopefully one day when Gracie is facing her own challenges, I can tell her all about her great-great grandmother...and how to Dance Darlin' Dance!