A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance.
Sometimes, time-allotment decisions are easy. Within the next two months, my husband and I will attend three weddings. Actually, he will witness two of these marriages and I will tag along. The third wedding is a family affair which promises ample opportunities to reconnect with cousins from near and far. Each one will include numerous well-wishers who have good reason to make merry.
Though my husband is never anxious to dance for any reason, I consider every wedding invitation to also be an invitation to dance the night away. This ritual usually begins with a slow dance or two in my husband’s arms. Afterward, he retreats to join anyone who is not dancing while I continue the fancy footwork with whoever else needs a partner. This “whoever else” is usually a female friend or relative whose spouse has also “retreated”. In the end, I spend an hour or more allowing the dancer within me to take over. Though she has a difficult time guiding my feet into the “right” steps, she always succeeds in freeing me to abandon my inhibitions and to rejoice in the music at hand.
It occurs to me that God intentionally created us with the ability to “party.” This is one of God’s most creative ways of reminding us to take the time to relax and not to take ourselves too seriously. There is no more effective way to do this than to dance with abandon… and so I will!
Gracious God, thank you for caring for all of us -our hearts, our bodies, our souls and our need to enjoy this life.
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