Snowboarding and Dance
i have just watched a video on facebook of the lovely sophia and eleanor dancing the most beautiful dances to the most beautiful music with their wonderful parents cheering them on...it took me back to my snowboarding days on grouse mountain in vancouver. words cannot express how much i miss the freedom of taking off to the mountain and feeling like i was dancing my very own dance with God. it was just me and Him. sometimes i would fall but i would get back up and keep going because i was being cheered on by the best encourager that has ever existed.
i miss vancouver.
i miss grouse mountain.
i miss snowboarding.
i miss my ywam family.
i would leave my mark in the snow as i 'danced' down the white terrain and as i rode back up the mountain on the chair lift i would try and look to see if my mark was still visable.. i wonder what leaving my mark looks like these days? im not really sure. i have a longing inside to be doing something more but just need to figure out what that looks like...
im not even sure if anyone reads these anymore its been so long since i posted but anyway, until next time...