The Way There
(Last summer, my hubby and I rode the motorcycle to Splash Country, which is a great water park in Pigeon Forge. We said we needed to get gas. He passed like 5 or 6 gas stations and never would stop. Trying not to nag, I just figured he either had a plan to go to a certain one, or that we'd make it home. Well, about a mile away from the last gas station before we got to our house... yes. We ran out of gas. Good times. Oh, and don't even think about making fun of my jeans. They're my motorcycle jeans. Shut up.)
So last night, I was teaching Baby Ballet. This particular class is called "Angelic Praise." They are so precious. They love doing gallops and windows and just anything that I don't think is very interesting. ;D But whatever they like is what I want them to do; they can't praise God when they're dancing if they don't even like what they're doing...
They're so cute. We do prayer requests and pray at the end of the class. Most don't have serious requests, which is just fine with me. Most of them want to give a "praise" of something they have such as a new bear, the grass, flowers, butterflies... whatever. So I just tell them that, yes, we're thankful to God for giving us these things in life that make us so happy. I tell them if they don't want to pray out loud, then they can just say, "pass." One girl always says, "Can I say, 'skip' instead?" ;)
And now to my favorite. Last night, one girl asked when we are gonna do "Sara Beth's." I don't think I'll ever be able to break it to her that it is called an "arabesque."
I hope you find the childlike joys that these little girls do everyday. They are so grateful for little things like grass and butterflies, which are all little blessings from our creative God.
Love ya much, Tara K
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