Sue is our writer this week.
She shares her reflections on her 2018 Word of the Year- Dance.
I’m sitting here in my dad’s room listening to him snore and the rhythmic pumping of the oxygen machine.
As the memories begin to emerge, I recall how my dad was, back in the day, a gifted ball room dancer.
I find myself grappling with the reality that he may be dancing a very different dance in the near future, and reflecting on the brevity and the fragility of life.
Nine days ago, my dad was hanging out with us watching the Superbowl. Today we are talking with hospice about next steps to deal with the pneumonia they suspect he has again.
I’m holding my agenda loosely these days. I’m learning once again that there are so many ways to dance. This dance of life is unpredictable. I’m thankful I’m not in the lead and that I can trust ‘the Lord of the dance’.
Praying, friends, that your word will bring you strength and comfort.