Let them praise his name with dancing
    and make music to him with timbrel and harp.

Psalm 149:3

Praise his name with dancing…I’ve been thinking about my life as a dance lately.  Some days it is a slow, sensual dance that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Some days it is like a ballet dance, carefully and slowly calculated.  All things are gracefully moving along and I can even stand on my toes.  (These days are few and far between!)

Some days it feels like I am doing the twist to Chubby Checker and I keep moving but not getting anywhere.  And I am tired at the end of the dance.

And some days I am doing the Macarena or the Electric Slide (I don’t do either one well, but I enjoy trying!) I am laughing and having a good time, but at the end of the dance I know that I couldn’t keep up with so and so or I realize that I completely missed a step and I am causing a traffic jam on the dance floor.

No matter what type of day I am having…I am dancing. And I am dancing the dance the master choreographer designed for my life.  Some days it is great.  Some days it is ugly.
Some days it is fast.  Some days slow…but all days are orchestrated by him.

Down to the last second.

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29:11

I had a plan.

I had a vision.

I had a design for my life.

My plan, my vision, my design was completely different than the way my life turned out.

Even though my life is different, I continue to dance.  Sure, there are regrets, but I can’t (and don’t) dwell on them.  Because what I have, well, it is not so bad.  In fact, it is way beyond “not bad!”  I wish I had more children.  I wish I’d finished college.  I wish…the list could go on and on…but my life is just that…my life.

I am grateful for what I have.  Grateful the for the life experiences I’ve had that make me me.  That make my family who we are. 

I look around the blogging world and I see the wonderful women doing all kinds of cool things to make their house a home, being awesome moms, parenting in ways that I never even thought about 25 years ago.  But I don’t want to go back…

No, I’ll move forward.  And I’ll continue dancing and moving through life.

What does your life dance look like today?



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