Great
news. I received some key dance
instructions at church yesterday. Seems
I was not exactly nailing it in my rendition of whatever that new dance craze
is where you swing your arms one way and your hips the other and switch from
front to back. My teacher – a teenage
visitor – did her best, but I don’t know.
It was all too confusing to me.
When she dropped her head into her hands and shook it back and forth I
knew I was officially deemed a failure.
The
day wasn’t all bad, though. My teacher’s
young cousin, about a year or so old, reached out for me to give me a hug as
soon as they entered the building.
Really made me feel special. At
least until I found out she does that to everyone she meets. Sigh.
I
did get some complements on my shirt. I
was wearing the original George. I
thought I had worn him a time or two before, but apparently it stood out like
never before yesterday. I must have had
six or seven positive comments on good ol’ George. Guess I’ll break out his brother, George, for
next week. Or maybe his other brother,
George. We’ll see.
As
Chris and I walked up to the church yesterday we noticed one of those decorated
shells that people are leaving around town.
It’s a new encouragement thing whereby someone decorates a rock or a
shell and then leaves it in a conspicuous place to be found by someone who
might need encouragement. This one was
particularly interesting, however. It
was indeed a seashell. The shell was
decorated. It had two little crosses and
the word “Rejoice” glued to it. But on
the step next to it was an old watch. And
together they formed one of the best Visual Verse-esque combinations I have
seen in a long time. I took a picture
and posted it on FaceBook to see what people would make of its meaning. Got some great responses.
“Now
is the time to worship.”
“Rejoice
and be glad in it.”
“Time
to get out of your shell and rejoice in the cross.”
“Rejoice
in the Lord always.”
“Time
to rejoice.”
Great
fun. Thanks to whoever shared with
us. Helped to make my day.
After
church and a quick lunch with friends, we made our way into Texas for Noa’s
fifth birthday party. And boy, did she
ever do it up big. Well, “boy” had
nothing to do with this one. It was clearly
a girly girl party from the get-go. The theme
was unicorns, and there were little girls with all sorts of unicorn shirts and
dresses on. Noa even had a headband with
two ears and a horn on it. They were set
up in the back yard, playing and having a great time when what should enter
through the gate? It was a unicorn. An actual, live unicorn. Well, it was a Shetland pony with a horn
strapped to that thing they wrap around his head (No, I don’t know any horse-ish or horse paraphernalia words). A friend of theirs from church offered the
use of their resident unicorn when they heard about the party.
As
you might imagine, Noa and the rest of the little girls were agog with
excitement. First they were allowed to put
make-up on the horse. It became a
polka-dot creation. And while that went
on, others braided the horse’s mane and tail.
Wow. Finally, the coup de grace –
a saddle appeared and everyone of appropriate size got a pony ride (No … I wasn’t allowed. Hence the “Appropriate size” comment).
It
was tough, but finally the kiddos tore away from the unicorn and Noa opened
presents. Oh, and somewhere in there we
had a cake as well. All decorated with a
replica unicorn on top and some kind of rainbow looking candy strips around the
side. Apparently unicorns and rainbows
together are a thing? And don’t forget
the bags of Skittles, er, I mean “Rainbow Seeds” for the girls (The boys that were there called them by
their more appropriate name, “Unicorn Poop”). I think this will be a birthday Noa remembers
for a long time.
Psalms
57:5 says, “Be exalted, O God, above the
heavens; let your glory be over all the earth.”
Father,
bless all those little girls and boys.
Draw them to yourself as they grow older. But help them to maintain their spirit of awe
and excitement. Amen.
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