Still waiting...

The Endless Wait

Tick tock tick tock. That is the endless noise going on in my endless thoughts during this ever so endless wait. As many people know, patience is not my best quality. In fact it is probably my worst. Right now I am waiting for the cast list for our spring ballet, Sleeping Beauty. And might I add that it is taking about a lifetime. Or at least it seems that way. Someday, I might be one of those people who create cast lists and then I will realize that it takes more than 15 minutes to give everyone the "just right" part. Someday, maybe. But as of right now, I am shaking in my seat having an extreme sense of deja vous from Nutcracker. Sitting here, not knowing anything, barely breathing at all, desperately going back and reading Jeremiah 29:11 over and over and over and over...And I do remember that is always feels weird once you know your part and trying to think of what it felt like when you didn't. So I'll pretend this is like a game. Or at least I'll try. So please pray for my peace, me and all my other CBC girls. We need it.

Auditions

Auditions are terrifying. That is just a fact. But auditions are also a part of life when you're a dancer. A pretty big part. You really can't go anywhere without one of those dreadful little things. So sometimes, you just have to close you eyes and hope or the best. And spot. And turnout. And pull up. And...actually, closing your eyes is not a good idea. People might think you're weird. Well, as I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself, you just have to deal with auditions, just as I will be doing almost every weekend this month. So here's a theme verse I really like for times like this: Jeremiah 29:11- "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." See that? How 'bout living in God's future?  He already planned it out special for you. It's a much better idea.

Dear world of the Internet...

To some, the feet are helpful parts of the body. Useful little (or extremely large) things attached to your ankles.  And aside from walking, there're just sort of...there. My feet are the core of my very existence. Well that sounds fancy. But in a way, it's true. Dancing is my thing, though it's not something you would guess at first glance. I'm a little bit of what I call an "oximoranical ballerina." Never  the less, it's what I love to do.  I dance for Jesus, the one who gave me these feet in the first place. I'm like a puppet, and He's the...ummm....dude who moves the puppet around. Yeah, that sounds about right. Anyway, I was persuaded to do this blog by my insanely talented photographer sister who also has one of these handy dandy blogger things. Those are her feet up at the top of the page; on the right. Or left. One or the other. So far I think this is pretty fun. And so, thus endeth my first post on ye old blogger dot com. But never fear - I shall return.