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Teach me how to move...


I've been thinking about you lately,
What I'm thinking is that you're crazy,
But I love to watch you dance...

There's a couple in the corner,
They've been watching you for hours.
Envious of your fame,
Like your laughter,
Its contagious, when it has a name...

You are fearless when it comes to
Lighting up a room.
I can love and I can hate,
 And I know how to hesitate,
So teach me how to move...
-Alli Rogers, Fearless

Just finished listening to this song multiple times after spending time with my girls tonight. As it came on my iTunes shuffle, I couldn't help but smile and laugh as I thought about those silly little girls dancing around. We turned up the Telugu Vacation Bible Schools songs on the TV, and we danced and danced. And I'm still smiling about it an hour later.

The joy all over their faces makes my heart sing. I'm realizing that as they would look at me and ask me to dance with them in the midst of all my hesitations about me looking silly,

They're fearless and they light up the room.

(Please excuse the mess! 
We're in the process of packing and moving the girls and all the SCH kids to new apartments!!)

How freeing to be a child and have no hesitations because you are so secure in yourself and in the reality that you're loved that you don't have to wonder about how silly you look. To see my two littlest girls with deformities of their hands and feet and my wonderfully silly Victoria with her blind eye and autistic traits spinning in circles is such a beautiful thing. 

It makes me want to be more like them. It makes me want to dance around and sing at the top of my lungs in the knowledge that I am dearly loved by my Savior and Lord. I pray that you can do the same today. May you remember that you're so deeply loved by your Heavenly Father. May you take a step out on the dance floor and be fearless when it comes to lighting up a room. May these amazing girls to teach us how to move...

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  1. Thank you so much for this reminder. How humbling it is that wisdom is revealed through beautiful, silly little kids. I love you dear. I know leaving these girls again will break your heart, but I can't wait to have you back in TN. Hugs!

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