No Shame

Yesterday I saw two little girls dancing during worship at church. The spunky one was spinning, shaking, and celebrating. She ran all around hugging and loving on those that she knew. Her grandmother beamed at the joyous sprite; her heart may have come in to the chapel laden with strife and imagine her surprise to be supported and encouraged by one whose idea of sadness is a commercial interruption during her favorite cartoon. What was she celebrating? Did her mom let her wear her favorite dress? Was she going over to her best friend's house as soon as the song was over? I have no idea, but it made me want to spin, shake, and celebrate in my own worship.

The other dancing queen was slightly taller and less expressive with her movements. Like a pendulum, she swayed back and forth with consistency and conviction. If only I could know what rocked her from left to right. My hips were rigid, unmoving. I uncomfortably shifted my weight from one foot to the other due to the fact that my legs were fatigued from running that morning. i raised my hands, but it was only to wipe the sweat that slid slowly down my nose.

Those two girls were beautiful. They knew what made their hearts beat, and their feet showed that. It may be the fact that they're young that they have no shame to show their love for life and its Creator in front of stoic faces blankly reading the words off the screen. In my heart, I'm slipping on my green shoes and cartwheeling around life unabashed and uncontained.