Hillside Glance

My flesh and my heart may fail but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever. Psalm 73:26

This weekend I danced with my son, now if I can be honest, Jeff had to bribe him with the big stack of $40 football cards in order for this to happen.  That's OK, my lips naturally curled on the ends and my eyes lit up with happiness.  Happiness, I was happy.  Not go along with it happy, just happy. 

For the past few weeks Jeff and I have been in a valley.  Our marriage took a truly positive turn after Mexico and that has turned into a valley during the last few weeks, including today.  But Friday night I danced with my man.  He held me tight, he dipped me, we slow danced, I stepped all over his feet and he didn't care a bit.  We held hands, we exchanged "sexy and I know it" looks, we kissed.  I teared up a couple of times as I watched the bride and groom strut along.  I wanted that innocence back.  I wanted THOSE problems back.  I wanted that season back.  I knew that our moment of "dancing" was temporary, at least for now it is.  Even in the moments of sadness I felt as if I was on a  small hill in the valley, God's blessings surround me.  I feel His strength, I see His strength.  I glanced over my shoulder at daddy's holding their little girls and I just missed that, but it was not debilitating.  I thought for sure the tsunami would come when I got home, it has not hit yet.   A small hill in this valley, in the valley of the shadow of death is victory, no doubt.  Today as I sang "O Glorious Day" in church I praised God for those victories.  I know without a doubt that these moments are gifts of His portion.