Sunday, June 17, 2012
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.