And she dances...

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      Today was the day that Ravenna has ballet. The scene at the studio before class is like none anywhere else. 15 little girls, all 4 and 5 years old wiggle and twirl and squirm as parents desperately try to wrestle tights, leotards and those darned ballet shoes onto them. The energy level ramps up and up as each new friend enters and the girls delight in their ballerina beauty. It all comes to a pinacle as they are finally dressed and literally run and giggle and leap and twirl as a herd from one end of the waiting room to the other. It is a blur of tutus and curls and squeals of delight that makes my heart smile. Today, as the ballerinas funneled in to their classroom, I noticed Georgia who qas happily in the mix. She had found the bucket of extra tap shoes under a bench, grabbed twoblack shiny mis-matched shoes and had them on her feet. She was swaying and tapping, hands on her hips, giant smile on her face. My breath caught and I swallowed a lump in my throat as tears of joy blurred my eyes. You see on August 20th,2009 while Georgia was such a sick little girl in the hospital waiting for open heart surgery (right after we landed from China) in wrote this:

   "Sorry that it has been so long since I have written, this has been a time packed with deep joy and tremendous worry…both at levels that I am not sure I knew existed.



Before rambling (which I am sure I will do) I want to share something that the Lord did…I am constantly amazed by the depth of detail in which the Lord cares. Yesterday I was in Georgia’s room while she was sleeping. I was feeling SO burdened and exhausted, so heavy hearted about all that we are walking through and honestly not knowning how to even make it through the next hour. I was unpacking one of the billion bags in our hospital room (seriously, we have a ton of bags half packed with random things we remembered we needed from the camper, friends etc) and I came across a bunch of cards. I had totally forgotten that that beautiful hoard of kiddos that were our welcoming comittee also handed me cards that they had made when we got off the airplane. I started looking through these cards, all covered with pictures most of which were these children’s wishes for Georgia. Some were of her having a biorthday party, some of her in a princess dress, as a mermaid, sliding down a slide all were hand written in sweet child writing (like Wokum Gorgu). I came to one that was un-open from Ian Blakemore. He had drawn a picture and it was titled “Georgia dancing”. Tears immediately flooded my cheeks as I got this brilliant picture of our little girl in a tutu leaping around after her big sister, giggling. This tired, weak little girl that I see and hold and pray over every day is someday going to dance. The Lord knew just what I needed, He knew that I am too exhausted to pick up or pour over tons of scripture, too exhausted to think clearly and too exhausted to dream…but through Ian’s sweet picture He planted a little dream. I have thought of it over and over, this little picture of my girl giggling and dancing. While they were putting in a new IV because she painfully tangled and almost pulled out the old one, while she cries and the monitors beep like crazy because her heart goes too fast or her oxygen is way too low, when I think of what will be happening on Friday…I also picture that little leaping girl who will be here soon."

   And now...she dances to her own little tune, in mis-matched tap shoes...my little girl dances!

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen. Ephesians 3:20