
12/24/10 A recent e-mail
quiz had folks answering questions to figure out which of Santa’s reindeer they would be? I already knew that I would be dancer. I’ve got the hand towel hanging in my bathroom to prove it. The towel was a gift from my delightfully crazy, Hanukkah celebrating, water aerobics instructor and friend, Jan. That was 2 years ago---before the big C diagnosis. Today that towel has special meaning because of all that I have learned in my dance with the Lord.

Taking the quiz, I “scored” Dancer!
I just knew I would be Dancer because the Lord has “turned my mourning into dancing and girded me with gladness” (Psalm 30:11) time and time again.