So I was sitting at my desk revising...till the kids in the street below started yelling and shouting. They do this often, sometimes in the middle of their football or just generally when they're running around. So I decided to take a break from the studying & not being able to focus anyway I just decided to stretch my legs. And as was usual, I ended up dancing to the music they were blasting down in the street. I played a couple of songs on my laptop & continued grinning & dancing around in my room (while being productive & vaccuming) and I realised, as always, how much joy dancing brought me.
I don't know what made me look outside again, but when I did I saw this boy in a wheel chair & I felt something twist in my stomach. All the kids were dancing but he remained at a distance. I could see his dad/older brother point to the kids and ask if he wanted to join them, but he stayed put. I watched him for a couple of minutes and then his dad/older brother person, wheeled him away and they went down the street.
I don't know who that little boy was. I don't know why he was in a wheel chair. I don't even know if he liked dancing & wasn't able to anymore. All I could think was, I've never thanked God for the fact that I'm able to dance.
I love to dance & I'm always thinking about it & dancing around everywhere but I don't think I've ever been grateful for it. I've never thanked Him. Never in 23 years. I'm sorry. It's moments like these when I realize how perfect you are & how much more I need to grow in you.
Thank you. Thank you that I have limbs that I can use. To walk. To run. To dance. Thank you.
