"I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands." - Psalm 143:5

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Parking Lot Dance

 

 

PARK-dance Life is a series of dances… or at least great opportunities to poke fun at your coolness factor. This past Labor Day my daughter Becky and I went to fetch the health food known as Dunkin Donuts. Notice I didn’t say “healthy food” just health food… it may be bad health but it’s still a certain kind of “health” food… but I digress. Becky is my youngest (11) and although we share many wonderful qualities, acting crazy in public places is not one of them.

I woke up that morning full of restlessness and somewhat agitated. When I get this way I either need to take a walk (stomp with Jesus) or act crazy.

I chose… crazy.

As we entered the store we saw my pastor and his wife, so I did the “Glad to see you” dance, which was just the beginning of my mad boogie mojo. After visiting for awhile we moved on to the “Standing in line” dance (BTW… all the dance moves… look the same) which quickly turned into “Yeaaaa, it’s our turn to order” dance. Oh, my daughter was not joining me in these dance moves; she was giggling and pleading with me to stop.

I was just getting started.

As we walked to the van to return home it was time for… you guessed it! The “Parking Lot” dance! My sweet daughter who didn’t want to call attention to us was now blowing the horn as her crazy dad was dancing around the van, both of us in somewhat complete ignorance to the attention gathered by the music of the horn and my questionable dance moves. Much laughing, snorting and giggling filled the ride home… that was much healthier than the donuts we would consume later on.

That was a joy moment… that was a God moment.

Joy erupts in the strangest moments, the times when you least expect it to. Yet, there are times you can orchestrate it by being available for the flare-up. Embracing the silly helps, it releases the constraints of properness and gives joy an avenue to express itself. The real key in my mind is the ability to be thankful to the God who came to give us life… abundant, full life.

Parking lot dances help… believe me… even the Bible agrees!

“You have turned my mourning into dancing for me; You have put off my sackcloth and girded me with gladness.” Psalm 30:11

What about you… bust any moves lately?

 

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