Just Dance
Every level of skill was on display at my daughter's recent dance recital. The more experienced, talented dancers performed intricate routines with crisp execution. Others tried hard but tripped or forgot their steps. Some performers inspired the audience to wish for a fast-forward button. As a Dad, I didn’t notice any missteps or flaws when my daughter performed. All I saw was a beautiful young lady expressing herself through motion, dancing radiantly in her bright yellow tutu. I wanted her brief routine to last forever. In the dance of my life, I am constantly losing the beat and forgetting my steps. Other people dance better than me. It’s been said that we should live life for "an audience of One" but God is not merely an observer. He is my Father and when I dance, even poorly, He smiles. Word Count: 140