At ballet again,
today’s observation day:
watch this sweet girl dance.
Following God's lead across countries and across the street
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19 May 2012 2 Comments
Two little sisters with our beloved mother at this afternoon’s dance recital, which was every bit as wonderful as last year’s.
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09 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
I’m sitting on the couch in my living room.
There’s one suitcase in the hall, zipped and ready to go.
The other four suitcases are scattered around the front room, amidst piles of donated t-shirts and sports jerseys, huge bottles of hand sanitizer, and Target bags of snacks.
We are leaving for Kenya tomorrow.
-Half-hour pause wherein the living room becomes a dance floor-
As is sometimes my practice when I’m short on time and long on things to accomplish, I have prepared for you a short list of other Night Befores.
Tomorrow starts another adventure, and I’m eager to see what God has in store for my team and me. The adventure kicks off at 4:30 tomorrow afternoon, when our first flight departs. Stay tuned for more updates!
01 Aug 2011 1 Comment
It’s Vacation Bible School at church this week.
My first memory of VBS is in second grade, at the park during recreation. I was drinking from the water fountain and another child was teasing me about some infinitesimal issue only important to 7-year-old children.
I became rather upset.
My second grade VBS teacher came to my rescue, and I stayed by her side for the rest of the week.
Saving me from water fountain teasing earned the teacher my undying, second-grade affection and loyalty.
And let’s be honest, I’m still a pretty big fan of her.
It’s been awhile since I was a student at VBS.
I’ve been a leader in various capacities for the past several years.
The four-year-old class is one of my favorites; the kids are small and still pretty cute, but becoming old enough to carry on inteligent conversations and even understand jokes and play games.
I spent some time with the 4-year-olds today, but my real job is music.
Three wonderful young ladies are working with me, and we spent the hours between 9am and noon dancing around to loud children’s worship music with different groups of kids.
It was a workout.
To say the least.
Then I came home and slept on the floor in my room for 1.5 hours.
This week is not going to be something I can do on my own strength.
But I expect that it will be a rather enjoyable week, nonetheless.
21 May 2011 6 Comments
The girls had their dance recital this evening. It was wonderful, and they did a fantastic job.
And they looked unbelievably cute.
13 May 2011 2 Comments
01 May 2011 2 Comments
Glendy had a wonderful birthday yesterday, complete with hugs and kisses and gifts and almost non-stop action from morning ’til night! She started the day with presents and cards from aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents.
Her treasure hunt, organized and executed by Stevy and Mom, lead her to Stevy’s big bed, where she found her presents from the family. Highlights were the Disney Princess scooter and a new doll dress from France.
After presents and smiley-face pancakes for breakfast, we headed out for her Park Party! Although the wind blew mightily, the forecasted rain was nowhere to be seen (Thank you, God) and we had a marvelous time with little girl friends
and crazy, fun, neighbor friends.
Following in her older sister’s footsteps (and, I promise, I merely suggested the idea; no persuasion whatsoever) Glendy chose to end her festivities with dinner at Sweet Tomatoes, and we were more than happy to oblige!
• About the Birthday Girl•
She loves dancing, and can replicate my dance moves so much better than I can do them that I might just stop dancing one day. Continues studying the violin, and is wrapping up her homeschooled preschool career. She spends most of her time playing, alone and with Larissa; house, kitchen, barbies (her new thing), dolls, Sorry, Monopoly Jr, Mancala, and so much more. She’s learning more and more about Jesus everyday, and we love her very much.
Happy sixth birthday, Wee!
09 Dec 2010 1 Comment
The church my family has attended for the past 17 years has met in various locations over the years. 1702 is both the longest-running location and my favorite. We quit meeting there when small boulders and sewage began to fall through the ceiling, but not before I had enjoyed many years of time spent at 1702.
When my mom had to work at church during the week, Stevy and I would accompany her with our school books. We would put our school books in the preschool Sunday School room, and spend the subsequent hours eating Panera lunch, playing an involved, multi-level game that we had created involving the crib in the nursery and plastic dishes, or watch one of the three VHS tapes the church owned.
Meeting in 1702 provided other benefits besides a freight elevator and a secret passageway that lead to the top of an attached- and private- parking garage. Because the basement that we met in was comprised mostly of cement walls and laminated cement floor, we were able to have an advent dance every year without having to worry about one false move sending the whole church up in flames.
Advent is the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and each Sunday of advent, a red candle is lit on a wreath that sits all month at the front of the sanctuary. On Christmas Eve, the purple candle representing Christ in the middle of the wreath is lit (completely unrelated to my birthday candles, also lit on December 24th) as we commemorate Jesus’ birth.
But we didn’t just whip out the matches and light the things. We did the advent dance. The advent dance is done while a woman in the worship teams sings “Oh Come, Oh Come, Emmanuel” in eery, worshipful tones, and consists of a simple, wonderful, beautiful series of motions which are done while each dancer grips two candles in their hands, the culmination of the dance being one, two, three, or four of the dancers lighting their respective advent-wreath candles.
I was probably about nine years old the first time I danced in the advent dance, and I was in eighth grade when I did my last dance. For those years, every Saturday morning starting a week before Thanksgiving I would skip happily to 1702 to go over the dance with the other girls involved. These lessons became increasingly superfluous with every year, as we all got older and better at dancing artistically with 10-inch fire sticks in our hands, but we all still went.
With every verse of the song, the dance becomes more intricate and another pair of girls joins in. As a little girl, I was often in the first verse. I swished down the aisle wearing all black, gripping white candles in sweaty palms and being careful to keep step with the girl across the aisle doing the same. As I got older, I began appearing in later verses, but almost every year I had the privilege of holding my white candle to the red that sat resolutely on the advent wreath, watching the flame jump from my candle to Jesus’.
I loved that dance.