Remembering

I remember the time I danced.  It was with my dad, and he was a great dancer.

There were steps I couldn't get right, and there were times I had no idea what I was doing, but none of that mattered.  I thought it was cool that I was learning to dance.

Since that time my life took another turn and I haven't danced, that is till tonight.  I am learning again...how to dance.  (That is a metaphor in case you're wondering).

The Spirit is teaching me how to dance.