My sweet husband was good at many things…but dancing was not one of them.
Even at his funeral, our dear sweet friend, the preacher who married us, talked about Keith’s inability to dance.
I always wished we could take a dancing class, but, alas, he wasn’t having any of it. He did not care that he could not dance.
As we watched his muscle strength leave over the last couple months of his illness, the boys and I saw that he could barely stand and walk around, much less dance. It was painful…for us and for him.
A day or two after Keith died, I remember Matthew, not quite six, saying, “Now, in Heaven, Daddy can dance!”
Ah, the simple words of a child!
Since Keith’s passing, I have done my own share of dancing.
Learning how to be a single mom and juggle all that I must juggle is tiring work at times. I always had respect for single moms, and prayed for them, but now that I have become one, I realize that I had no idea what their lives were like.
Now, I run from schooling four boys, to laundry, to writing, to guitar lessons, to soccer, to church activities, to errands…on and on.
The dancing comes in when I can do these with grace and the love of Jesus in my every action. Some days, I achieve my activities and dance; some days I do not.
Overall, though, it is about my attitude. I may not have taken a dancing class with Keith, but I take a daily dancing class with my Bridegroom, learning to follow His lead…and to not step on His toes in how I go through this life. Fortunately, He is a patient Partner and a consummate Teacher.
And my life is still a dance, not a drudge–even without Keith, even as hard as it is sometimes.
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,
That my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.
– Psalm 30:11-12