She's been waiting for this moment her whole, sweet little life...
...and finally the day came.
She stretched...
and pointed...
reached...
and flew...
and all the while, her mama sat by her side
smiled, giggled and soaked in the moment
incredibly proud that she was mine.
Lord, in this dance of life we're in...
thank you for speaking over us the same way I do over my little ballerina...
with a heart fully delighted and swelling with pride,
eyes fixed on every wobbly little move, still you whisper
"She's mine."
And regardless of how beautiful our moves or how long we've been trained,
you invite us over and over again back to the dance floor...
For it's not about how well we perform each move,
but that we answer the call to train, study and dance with the one
who built us to move in step with Him.
Give us courage to join you proudly, in the middle of the floor,
stepping out in faith when we hear You whisper...
"Let's Dance,"
trusting you'll lead us every step of the way.
trusting you'll lead us every step of the way.
Oh my goodness.... that was a very precious post.
Beautiful, cute, heartwarming and most of all, true.
Thank you Danice.
I am so blessed the YOU are mine, and praise the Lord each and every day for YOU.
XOX