Today the weather is perfect...74 degrees, not too humid, slight breeze, sunny sky.

As I was driving home from a meeting at a coffee shop Laura and I rolled the windows down and stuck our arms out.  The air was so smooth as my arm moved through it.  Although I felt the resistance of the air, my arm cut right through...I imagined that if you could see air there would be a ribbon cut through it by my arm all the way down State Street.

I realized I missed this feeling.  

I miss dancing.

I thought I would miss the expression that dancing provides...and I do.  But I'm beginning to miss the feeling of moving around in space; rearranging the air. I always imagine while I'm dancing that my body can emit this color in the air that lingers for just a while after I've danced there so this pattern of colors fills every space that I've occupied on the stage.  It can change colors, and it only lasts as long as I want it to...sometimes I can shoot it outside of me like a laser, sometimes it's sparkly .  I just like the feeling that I have affected the space.

I miss leaving those colors around.  

In other news, I'm choreographing for a concert this year...SO excited!

What is hiding in there???

I used to fill up a journal in a month...

I have been working on my current journal for a year now...I'm on page 40...

Seriously??? 

It is not because I have had less than 40 pages worth of noteworthy experiences.  Actually, I've had more than enough stories, secrets, and epiphanies to fill several journals.

I could blame it on time...I was very, very busy during the school year.  But the truth is all of those 40 pages with writing on them is from the school year.  This summer I had surgery and was stuck on the couch for 3 weeks.  I have had plenty of time this summer.

I have been contemplating this off and on for the past week.  I've sat down with every intention to write...but I didn't even open the journal up.  Why?  Why is it so hard for me to put my thoughts on paper?  Usually when I journal I find out a lot about myself.  It's like I didn't know what was in my head until it sat there in front of me in words.  That's how it is with dance too...I haven't been able to do that in a while either.

I think the reason I don't write anymore is out of fear.  Now it's been so long since I wrote or danced what was in my heart, I'm not sure if I like what's in there anymore.  To know what's in there would force me to see that I may not like who I'm becoming...

My homework:  WRITE.

A 16 year old girl...ministering to hundreds of people.

Ok, so I've been in dance studios for 17 years. Between the studios I've danced in and taught in...I've probably been in some way involved in dozens of studios. I feel like I know my way around the dance world pretty well, and tonight I am amazed at what God has done though a 16 year old girl in New Palestine.

She has very little dance experience. She's an excellent clogger, and definitely gifted in all areas of dance, but very little training...mostly self-taught. She's quiet, not shy, but reserved. She's passionate and she loves the Lord with all her heart.

Her name is Kimberly. I was 4 years old when she was born, our families have been friends for years. A few years ago (when Kimberly was only 12 or 13 she started teaching the kids at the Church that her father pastors little dances. They would do their little dances in their little Church and it was a great ministry...now several years later, Kimberly is 16 years old and teaches over 70 young dancers.

Like I said, Kimberly has had very little training. All of the students she has acquired has been a result of word-of-mouth advertising. No huge billboards, commercials, signs, it's not even a big Church that they work out of...people just come.

Tonight was the "Sondancers" spring recital. I had the honor of dancing with Kimberly in it. Children ages 3 to 16 performed dance after dance. The whole show was tied together with an overall theme of "The Disciples Path." There were over 300 audience members crammed into a Church Sanctuary. There weren't enough chairs so people were standing all around. All of those 300 people today heard the gospel told, through dance, by 3-16 year olds.

I know of studios that spend thousands of dollars on advertising every year, spend fortunes to pay the most qualified teachers, search for the perfect location and facility, and still fail to bring any students in. Some how people continue to come and join the Sondancers. Is it the low cost? Or maybe just the simplicity that attracts them? I believe it's the Lord's blessing. God knows Kimberly's heart, and he's doing something big through her. I think he's probably doing something bigger than we even know.

I'm so excited to see where God takes this young woman...look at what an amazing ministry she's already done.

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