I have a story to share about something that happened to me at work last night and I figured that you were the best audience to share it with.
I have always loved dancing. I like to dance by myself, or, without a partner. I don’t feel very confident in my ‘partner dancing’ skills and I would prefer to do my own thing and not worry about someone else throwing off my groove. Recently I have had a strong urge to dance. I get these urges often, but for the first time, I’ve wanted to dance with someone else. I want to twirl around the dance floor in a guy’s arms. Over the past week or so, I’ve listened to my music while imagining myself dancing with a guy.
Tonight I was at work. I work at a country club as a banquet server. I was clearing tables while drunken rich people were dancing on the floor and I was in a very bitter mood for numerous reasons. One, these people have money and I don’t. Two, these people were drunk and having a good time while I was stuck at work. Three, the bartender was mean to me when I went to get drinks for the members. Four, my coworkers were busy flirting, leaving me all alone. I didn’t want to feel this way. I didn’t want to be bitter or jealous because I knew the Lord wouldn’t want that. So, I sent up a little pray asking for help, asking Him to take away my bitter feelings.
A few songs later I was clearing a glass from a table when a slow song came on and one of the members dragged me onto the dance floor.
I was dancing. It was a two-step. I was smiling, genuinely smiling for the first time that night. My prayers had been answered and my bitterness vanished as I learned to two-step on the dance floor.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment