When I was about 5 years old, my babysitter Vicky would come over and teach me how to do ballet. I remember those days of admiring how beautiful she looked, how graceful her movements were. They are some of my favorite childhood memories. I knew then it was going to be a life long love. In my wee little pink tutu I would swirl around, pretending to be a famous dancer. Making my stuffed animals, parents, friends, relatives neighbors be my audience. I am sure my parents got a kick out of my little productions, they ranged from ballet to dancing to MC Hammer, so you can guess they were pretty Legit:)
In middle school I really got into dance, taking about 4 or 5 classes. Filling my every night and weekend with dance, dance and more dance. I spent a lot of my childhood in a dance studio. even dyeing my hair in between classes. It totally freaked out my teacher! And then when I was in the 7th grade I got my big break, we would be dancing for Sesame Street. It was the coolest for a kid. Up on stage with Big Bird, Oscar...I mean seriously I about peed my pants. So for years I danced in any production I could do. From the Nutcracker to Annie, to freestyle to point. I loved it, soaked it all in and tried to learn as much as I could.
But it all changed for me in high school when I began to dance to worship. Nothing gave me
greater joy then to dance for Jesus. Take any emotion I had and turn it into dance. Finding my one way to express my gratefulness, my love for the One who loved me so much. Dance turned into not just something I loved to do but was part who I was and am.
greater joy then to dance for Jesus. Take any emotion I had and turn it into dance. Finding my one way to express my gratefulness, my love for the One who loved me so much. Dance turned into not just something I loved to do but was part who I was and am.Then my Junior year of school all that changed. On my way to my youth leaders home I got into a terrible car wreck. Totaled my car and the crash left me with a ton of scar tissue and back pain. It was pretty devastating for me. I had to leave my dance studio, and leave the life I knew so well behind as well. It took many years for me to realize that even though I couldn't be a "real" dancer I could still dance. Cause that is what I am, its programmed into my heart. It can be rather painful to dance sometimes, but back is still out of whack. But nothing brings me greater joy. So starting about 10 days ago I decided to to dance for 100 days. To get people to get moving, to have some fun, and maybe through it decide to get back to something they let go of. Yes, I may not be as graceful as I used to be, or have the dancer body but my feet can still move and my heart still feels the music. 


































