I found two lovely vintage dresses at Salvation Army for $1.00 each. One for Liza and one for me. We put on our vintage beauties last night and had an enchanting time. I was going through the photos with tears in my eyes this morning.
Life can be like those grab bags I used to get on family vacations to the Upper Peninsula. We would stop in Mackinaw City at a tourist shop and I would have the agony of decision making. Do I want a grab bag? Or maybe a ring made out of beads? But then there is also the boomerang. What is a girl to do?!
When my parents reached the point of agony with my lack of decisiveness, many times I would commit myself to the grab bag. Sometimes, I would open the grab bag and squeal with delight. Other times, I would open the grab bag and cry from disappointment.
The times of crying over a grab bag that failed to meet a young girl's expectations added to my parents' agony. Especially, when my sister's grab bag was crammed full of the best treasures that a grab bag could ever bestow.
I never expected to receive some of the disappointing grab bags of life. I didn't want a bag with loss, tragedy, suffering, betrayal. But along with those kinds of bags, there have also been bags filled with bliss. Like last night, as Liza and I were holding hands, running, twirling, giggling; it was opening the grab bag and squealing with delight.
This morning I read Psalm 30:11... You have turned for me my mourning into dancing. A few years ago, we decided to name our homestead 'Dancing Meadows' and while I was looking through the photos, I saw the proof of his promises. Oh, the goodness of God! The goodness of God not because my life is without suffering, but that in my suffering I have never been without him. His presence is the treasure in every circumstance of my life.
That is reason to dance.