Tuesday, August 19, 2014

I chuckle when I think of Rob and me dancing. His moves were meant for the basketball court and my grand jetés and arabesques reserved for  a different set of  wooden planks.  Our pas de deux was at best a sweet, slow sway with a few bruised toes. Yet, I would give anything to follow his lead just one more time, feel the warmth of his chest and the beat of his tender heart. But through these tough, lonely days, I'm trusting my Creator's lead.  I've listened over and over (and swayed a little) to this beautiful song sung by Steffany Gretzinger of Bethel Music and am grateful that He is my eternal dance partner.  One petit jeté at a time. 

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