Do the Dance!

I felt a little a lot of resentment bubbling up in my soul, as I listened to my son tell me how he sent his wife off to get a pedicure and manicure for Mother’s Day. I think the younger generation cleverly calls that a mani/pedi. Hey! Wait a minute! She’s your wife! I’m stuck between a husband who says “You’re not my mother,” and sends his mother a Hallmark sentiment and a son who is the gift giver for his toddler children. The voice of resentment told me I deserved more! Then the Holy Spirit brought God’s Word to my heart.  Colossians reads “ For you died and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.” In many cultures there is a celebration of eternal life at the funeral where people even dance. I thought to myself, “Do the Death Dance Janice!” Or if you would like less morbid and a little more humor– Do the durge! There have been a few more opportunities to dance since last weekend. It’s a good dance. It’s me, hiding in the arms of great dance partner!