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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Pray. Dance. Repeat.

"To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven."
-Ecclesiastes 3:1

I was feeling overwhelmed by the minutiae this morning.  By laundry and appointments and schedules and carpools.  So overwhelmed that I started to get jittery and panicky.  Take it down a notch, sister.  There are bigger things than your to-do list.  So many prayers to pray - anguished prayers of pleading and celebratory prayers of thanks.  Today, as I scratch my pencil through the details of my day, I will pause for pleading and praising.  I'm going to take many prayer breaks and more than a few dance breaks.

Pray.
For Gavin, Kyle, Jackson, Taylor, Chris, Reed, Mia and countless children fighting cancer.

Dance.
For a father and a boy and hundreds of young baseball players raising over $330,000 for all those brave children.

Pray.
For teenaged hearts bruised and battered and for parents exhausted and overwhelmed with love and fear for them.

Dance.
For finally answered prayers after scratching and crawling and math(!) and fighting for a dream.  For the blessing of YES, YOU'RE IN.  YOU DID IT.

Pray.
For accepting truth and letting go of shame and fear.  For grace from a forgiving and healing God.  For surrender to His help.

Dance.
For sobriety and wholeness and bravely stepping forward in obedience day after day after day.

Pray.
For children terrified and huddled under rubble and twisted metal.  For parents full of grief.

Dance.
For teachers and heroes protecting and pulling them to safety.

Pray.
To be one who shines light in the darkness.

Dance.
With Carlton.  It'll make you feel better.  I promise.




God Bless You, Oklahoma.

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