My daughter, Sylvie, is a dancer. She has been learning ballet and on Sunday we attended her year-end recital. Honestly, I was afraid it was going to be boring. It wasn't. It was beautiful.She has only been dancing for a year, so I haven't seen much of the studio outside of her Ballet 1 class. But the dancers coming out of this studio in our little town are really good, and the instructor is nothing short of amazing. Her choreography is beautiful, imaginative, creative, and inspiring. I loved every moment of the two and a half hour recital.
The best part of all came at the end. My little girl was awarded the Most Improved award. Her instructor said that it went to the dancer who learned her skills thoroughly, carried them over into the next class, and practiced on her own every day just for the love of dancing. It touched me so deeply. Her instructor sees such promise in her! It was a magical moment...and the magic hasn't faded yet.
I always wanted to be a dancer. I wasn't allowed to take dance lessons, so it didn't happen for me, but my spirit soars when I watch a good dancer perform her art. I tell myself that one day I will dance in Heaven, for love of the One who put this desire in my heart.
In the meantime I am going to follow my daughter's example. I am going to try and learn on earth the skills God is teaching me...how to love people, how to love Him. I am going to try and carry those through into each day I am given here. I am going to try and practice them just because I love the One who has given me life. And when I stand before Him one day perhaps He will give me the Most Improved award.
