She loved my music. She's close to six feet tall, a real beauty. Her foot taps, almost involuntarily. Suddenly, she moves her right foot into double, triple, quad time. I look at her with big owl eyes, totally impressed.
"You tap dance."
She smiles, "Yes."
I asked her if she teaches, nope, she just danced a lot growing up, competing in many of the same competitions my girl attended.
I want her to come back, let me find her favorite tune and turn her loose.
A colleague recently shares, "You’ve got a lot of grit Debbie and I admire it." These words are priceless. If only she knew the half of it, but she knows me well enough to know I can most certainly endure. She's an advocate, I didn't ask, she just advocates. Pretty good to work with this type person.
The first full week back to work after off-season ended well after a rocky start. I'm ready for next off-season, have mercy. I fully expect not to indulge in a couple surgeries next time, but to be able to get out and enjoy our surroundings, Maggie Rose and me.
Which brings me to faith.
I have a friend whose faith has been shattered. I can't fix this person, but I pray every day. They had the nerve to spew, "You and Maggie Rose will live happily-ever-after." This because they know my faith's rock solid, has been ever since I heard the name of Jesus, regardless of life's curve balls, the world's craziness, and human frailties. I don't take nonsense like these remarks seriously. I don't know how people survive, walking through crazy without the saving grace of Jesus. I just don't understand. So, you came from nothing, you're nothing but a big blob of nothing, a random piece of matter, no hope, no future? Oh, I see. I didn't say this to them, as their hurt is painfully obvious.
What if I'm wrong? I'll take my chances.
Pray for one another, without ceasing.
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