Last Sunday, during church, it occurred to me that my dancing window has now closed.
I was reminded of this as a couple of small children twirled around during the service.
Now - with my kids being 12 and 8 - the days of twirling around with my daughters, carefree during the church service, and behind me.
But I miss those shame-free days.
When the girls just liked the music.
When they just wanted to jump about.
This blasé dancing is a gift to the church.
As a parent, you’re able to catch a glimpse of the joy our a Heavenly Father must have when He watches His spiritual children.
As a church, you’re able to see what child-like faith - the kind which Jesus requires - looks like.
But, this time, like a lot of things retrospectively in parenting, was fleeting.
And, for me, the window of dancing has creaked closed.
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