The Water is Deep Enough

Life changes so fast! I look back at myself a year ago and wonder if I'm the same person at all. I don't know if I am. Our circumstances have made me shift everything about who I am. I would never have dreamed that God would allow Dave and I to follow our dreams so extravagantly. We have been able to travel, dive into crazy transitions and adventures, and the world is still wide open.

And now this next thing, that popped up surprisingly like the first few buds of spring. We're moving to Fort Langley. I'm going to be in a full-time dance program. The idea was so sudden, but felt so right, that we once again laughed at how God swept us off our feet into the next delight of life. He's situated us on a beautiful little property around amazingly inspiring people, with enough fields, animals, mountains, and trees to inspire my nature-hunger, and enough creative, vivacious people to get both Dave and I swirling away with vision and ideas of what to create next.



Dancing... yes, you may be surprised, but like music, it was for years more of a closet passion of mine. I am now officially stepping out of the closet with it in hopes that I won't be trampled, and in the hope that I can finally let this energy out of my body. It began when I was in preschool. I remember the first time in the class when someone asked us to draw a picture of what we wanted to be when we grew up. I drew a bEEAUtiful ballerina, (complete with the pink tu-tu, of course). I wanted to dance. I took a preschool ballet class for a year, loved it, and then got into it again later, when I was about 10. I quickly picked it up again, my passion for it unquenched by the few years of its absence. I was motivated to always be practicing and stretching at home, and I soon caught up to the other girls who had been taking it for years. But the other girls didn't seem to like that at all. They really made my time in class miserable, and I was pretty sensitive to people being mean to me back then. I finally told my mom I wanted to quit, even though my teacher was urging me to take on another class to go further with dancing. But I quit, all because of the girls, even though I didn't admit that to my mom then.



Ever since, I have regretted my choice to quit. I could have pushed through because I loved it so much. Yet I didn't. I think I really missed out. Now, I'm finally getting up the nerve to do it again, and I am timid yet persevering. I will stick with it. I will work hard this year, whether I'm up against my own battles or other people. I'm hoping this will be a really redeeming time for me. This dance school incorporates worship and lotsa the Holy Spirit into what they do, and they run like a support group and team for each other. Wow. I love that.

I'm so excited, but I have the feeling like I'm about to jump off a really high cliff, hoping the water is deep enough. The water is deep enough. The water is deep enough... (I'll be repeating that to myself.)