I Hope You Dance

This is a pretty song. I know to credit Lee Ann Womack for the song, but unfortunately I do not know who wrote the letter that follows the video. Lee Ann Womack does make some great points. She reminds us, “don’t let some hell-bent heart leave you bitter.” Amen. Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance!


When I meditated on the word Guidance, I kept seeing “dance” at the end of the word. I remember reading that doing God’s will is a lot like dancing. When two people try to lead, nothing feels right. The movement doesn’t flow with the music, And everything is quite uncomfortable and jerky.

When one person realizes that, and lets the other lead, both bodies begin to flow with the music.

One gives gentle cues, perhaps with a nudge to the back or by pressing Lightly in one direction or another. It’s as if two become one body, moving beautifully.

The dance takes surrender, willingness, attentiveness from one person and gentle guidance and skill from the other.

My eyes drew back to the word Guidance. When I saw “G”: I thought of God, followed by “U” and “I”. “God, “U” and “I” dance.” God, you, and I dance.

As I lowered my head, I became willing to trust that I would get guidance about my life.

Once again, I became willing to let God lead.

My prayer for you today is that God’s blessings and mercies are upon you on today and every day. May you abide in God, as God abides in you. Dance together with God, trusting God to lead and to guide you through each season of your life. This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached.

Interceding in prayer is one of the best gifts we can receive or give. There is no cost but a lot of rewards; so let’s continue to pray for one another.

Too many people put off something  that brings them joy just because they haven’t thought about it, don’t  have it on their schedule, didn’t know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.

I got to thinking one day about all  those people on the Titanic who  passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back.   From then on, I’ve tried to be a little more flexible.

How  many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn’t suggest  going out to dinner until after something had been thawed?  Does the  word ‘refrigeration’ mean nothing to you?

How often have your kids  dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched ‘Jeopardy’ on television?

I cannot  count the times I called my sister and said , ‘How about going to lunch in  a half hour?’ She would gas up and stammer, ‘I can’t.  I have clothes  on the line.  My hair is dirty.  I wish I had known yesterday, I  had a late breakfast, It looks like rain’  And my personal favorite:   ‘It’s Monday.’ She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch  together.

Because Americans cram so much into their lives, we tend  to schedule our headaches..  We live on a sparse diet of promises we  make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!

We’ll go  back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet trained   We’ll entertain when we replace the living room carpet.  We’ll  go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college  .

Life has a way of accelerating as we get older.  The days  get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer.  One  morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of  ‘I’m going to,’ ‘I plan on,’ and ‘Someday, when things are settled down a  bit.’

When anyone calls my ‘seize the moment’ friend, she is open  to adventure and available for trips.  She keeps an open mind on new  ideas.  Her enthusiasm for life is contagious.  You talk with  her for five minutes, and you’re ready to trade your bad feet for a pair  of Roller blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.

My lips  have not touched ice cream in 10 years.  I love ice cream.  It’s  just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula  and eliminate the digestive process.  The other day, I stopped the  car and bought a triple-decker.  If my car had hit an iceberg on the  way home, I would have died happy.

Now…go on and have a nice day.   Do something you WANT to…not something on your SHOULD DO list. If  you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who  would you call and what would you say?   And why are you  waiting?

Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand  why I sent this to you.

Have you ever watched kids playing on a  merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground?  Ever  followed a butterfly’s erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading  night?  Do you run through each day on the fly?  When you ask  ‘How are you?’  Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done,  do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your  head?  Ever told your child, ‘We’ll do it tomorrow…’ And in your  haste, not see his sorrow?  Ever lost touch?  Let a good  friendship die?  Just call to say ‘Hi’?

When you worry and  hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift….Thrown away…..  Life is not a race . Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is  over.

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