Expectation and Dancing
I have had a habit of counting the weeks since my dad's passing. Maybe because I've been pregnant four times...not sure. Weird. You know that count down you do: The closer you get to that 40 weeks, the anticipation, the expectation. Life is about to change. But there will be no sweet new bundle in my arms today at week 40. Yet there is an expectation for my mourning to turn into dancing. I have always liked to dance, but there's this tendency to give a rip what anyone else thinks. At the beginning of the year I asked for a word, my word was DANCE. I turn 35 this year and I told my husband that I wanted to go dancing for my birthday in March. A few weeks ago a marriage class with dancing opened up at our church. With a twinkle in my eye, I asked if he'd mind taking the class. He is so willing to step outside his comfort zone for me! (Heart you BIG!) We walk in the class and written on the board, "You have turned my wailing into dancing, removed ...