Don’t look at your feet to see if you’re doing it right. Just dance.
My family and I had the opportunity to share an experience with some very special people Friday night. My church hosted a prom for those in our community that have never experienced one.
The decoration team did an excellent job at making the place grand. No short cuts were taken. From the entrance, to the food, the centerpieces, to the photo booth and the music, it was all beautifully and carefully thought out. It was apparent that a team of people invested a lot of time to make a special night for those who are often overlooked.
The volunteers weren’t looking for anything in return. But we all got something.
We saw genuine joy as the guests walked through the doors. These precious ones, all disabled in some way, overflowed with gratitude and awe. The ladies in their sparkling dresses and the guys in their suits and bow ties were unhindered as they laughed and shared their excitement. They ate the meal, posed for photos, then came my favorite part of the night.
The dancing. Not one of them sat on the side of the dance floor watching.
They were in the middle of it.
Dancing. Twirling. Clapping. Laughing.
We cheered them on as they danced and danced.
We danced too. But not as freely. Not with such abandon. Not without thinking about it.
If only we could learn to dance like that.
They should praise him with dancing.They should sing praises to him with tambourines and harps. The Lord is pleased with his people;he saves the humble. Let those who worship him rejoice in his glory.Let them sing for joy even in bed!
Psalm 149:3-5 NCV
In response to the Daily Post’s Rhythmic.