Mama, I Want to See God

I Can Dance for God

My grandson, the inspiration for this story, will soon turn sixteen in a few months. However, when he was two-years old, a friend and I carried him and my granddaughter, now 18, to the park. That day the park was bursting with blaring music. When we opened the door for my grandson, he jumped out of the car with some dance moves that left my friend and I, in awe. This toddler, who could barely walk, exhibited dance steps like a pro. As depicted in the illustration, my grandson has a lifelong love and talent for dancing. I, on the other hand, never possessed the skills to dance, in that I seem to have two left feet. You should have seen me last night at my line-dancing class. Most of the evening, I enjoyed a good laugh with myself. When the instructor said left, I went right and vice-versa. On rare occasions, I felt accomplished when I got the moves right. I do not aspire to dance on stage for performances, as some of my dance group members do. And, I might not get that eight-count Chicago step quite right, but, one thing I know, I can do an amazing two-count Vanessa step for God!