Last night, after a week of feeling like everyone was out to irritate me (and succeeding!), I went to the local dance company's Dance Recital. A little history... Sally Ann grew up here and has taught dance here for many years. Really it seems like forever we shared kids, but she just isn't that old. I don't know how that works. She loves what she does and does it well. Kids love her. A small testimony to the lives she has touched: Last year she moved to a new building on Kingwood's little dying main street and she had the name of her business painted on the outside...BIG! In a funky graphic design. A few of the old guard got excited about this and went to the City Council, but only one parent had to put it on Facebook and it was all over....the event page was full and the Council meeting well attended. The painting stayed.
So, anyway, I have not been to a recital since my nieces finished dancing in Maryland. Sally Ann puts on a 2 evening event because she has so many dancers and each night is 3 - 4 hours long. Our Civic Center is filled with beaming or bemused families and friends. Girls in frills and sparkles and pretty hair are flitting all about -
and then it is show time.
Lights go down and the dances begin. There were about 75 last night. Everything from clogging to ballet in toe shoes. Jazz and tap. Tumbling and modern.
There were the littles who could really just stand up there and be adorable with all their eyes on Miss Sally who is guiding them through their moves from the front row.
There were the girls I have watched at school...quiet and shy and awkward...dancing and smiling and filled with joy.
There were the big girls who were choreographing their own dances and sharing their souls filled with joy or angst or pain....lots of angst!
There were girls of all sizes and shapes who put on the costumes and become suddenly more equal, suddenly on the same team.
And then there were my favorites -
~A little 3 year old girl with spina bifida who I have prayed for since before she was born. She has big sisters who dance and a family who has always made her life about her abilities instead of her disability. She danced wearing leg braces and leaning fully on her sweet sister who never once took her eyes or hands off of her. She was probably captivated by that smile on her face, the same as the rest of us.
~A little old lady in the adult class (30 soemthings to 70 somethings) who came on stage for each of their 3 dances with a cane and moved as she could. On the clogging dance she put down her cane and moved even a bit more. There was always a hand reaching up to help her on and off of the stage. Her back was bent, but when she lifted her face you could see her joy.
Really? How could I be irritated by late deliveries at La Ti Da, wrong deliveries, a car almost hitting me as she texted, an old tree falling in my day lilies, bad eating choices, a very rare disagreement with my little husband over housekeeping of all things, a chaotic First Friday....you get the idea?!?!?!?
God put me there at that recital to show me joy and courage and trust and innocence and becoming and excellence.
And now, I want to dance like no one is watching! And love like I'll never get hurt. One of my favorite sayings for the week - Nothing is louder than love....God's Kingdom on earth....LOVE.
I wish you each could have been there. I wish we could talk about it together.
Oh, and I am now a certified youth archery instructor for a program called Centershot...aiming to make God the center of your world. I passed the written test with flying colors and all my arrows hit the target every time! Yippee.