Chorophobia

A little over a year ago, my husband and I packed our bags, signaled, and took our exit. On this once unfamiliar road we have always sensed the light of God guiding us. It's hard to believe it's been over a year now. When I think about the relationships we've built, it feels like we've been here for ages. But when I think about the feelings I had as we drove up to our new home, they are as familiar as if I felt them yesterday. I think it's the fear. Still being all too aware of my inadequacies as a wife... as a mentor... as a child of the King. If anything, I've grown a keener sense of these things on this journey. The battle is to not let this fear hold me back from trying to be a good wife, mentor, daughter of the King, or anything else for that matter.

I've always thought of life as something you have to learn as you go. People who come to me for advise often hear me say "you'll figure it out". (Don't mistake this for "learning the hard way"- most times these advocates are just choosing to be foolish)

I'm referencing my title. "Do A Little Dance"... I'm saying "Live A Little"... Life. It's like dancing. You're going to step on someone's toes once in a while. Your toes are going to get stepped on once in a while. You're going to bump into things once in a while. You're going to forget what's next once in a while... The beat will change once in a while... you will get sick of it once in a while...

But you see, I am blessed. My dancing partner and I have held on tight. He may tire- I may tire; but we support each other through the weakness. We encourage each other to remember the Musician and enjoy the beauty in the music. Motivation to dance.