I learned to dance.
Not really dancing - I'm still a klutz.
I wanted to learn how.
I did learn one dance.
But I learned to dance.
The freedom of a happy heart
hearing the quiet voice of God
singing over me in joy.
And my heart danced.
I danced in the sun.
I danced in the rain.
I danced in the storm -
the quiet burdened dance of pain.
Today, I hurt too much to dance.
I don't think I ever want to dance again.
To be that happy.
Ever again.
When you're that happy, I learned,
you can be that sad.
I don't want to be that sad.
Ever again.
I'm burying my dancing shoes.
I don't hear any singing.
I don't hear the quiet voice of God.
I know He is there.
Even when I don't hear Him.
I just never want to dance again.
I will grow up, change, and go on.
God is still there.
But we will not dance.
Perhaps we will plod.
Instead.
Perhaps I will be responsible and boring.
Quiet, methodical.
Perhaps disciplined.
All this walking might help.
But I don't want to giggle and dance again.
I'm burying my dancing shoes.
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