So, the other day, I was watching my best friend teach her dance classes for homeschoolers at our church...the program is called Steps of Faith. I was technically supposed to be writing a speech for my class, but instead I wound up writing this...it's titled "Little Ballerinas."
Little Ballerinas
As I sit here and observe a ballet class full of little girls, I can see the joy of the Lord. Though some of the girls lack passion, I see some that are as passionate about dancing as I am, though obviously in a different way. Even the disobedient ones, once they begin skipping I start to see glimpses of joy in their laughter and the giant smiles on their faces.
Alongside the joy, I see Christ’s love—the love that He has for His children. I see it from the way the young teacher praises each little girl as she finishes a step, regardless of whether it was executed correctly or not. I also see His love in the way one little girl hugs another when she came into class upset. Also accompanying the joy and love, I see patience. I see patience as the teacher waits calmly with a fake smile on her lips for each girl to join her in a straight line to do chassés.
Aside from the joy, love and patience, I see so much more. In the eyes of each little girl I see something different. In the eyes of the newest student, I see eagerness to learn and drink everything in. In the eyes of the angelic looking little girl with the blonde curls, I see pure happiness. The eyes of the perfectionist: determination, the eyes of the youngest: freedom. And in the puffy eyes of the little one who began class with tears and sniffles, I now see the epitome of a little girl having the time of her life.
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