tiny dancer

Known. Completely, utterly, joyously, known.
One little dancer in His hand and He knows me.
The great Composer finds the perfect venue and I dance.
I will trust Him to use my little dance in His great composition.

My heart cries out with joy as I dance in the living God.

In this ballet, where each smile, word, slip, each step can be used by Him;
My soul sings for joy to the living God.

I went to sleep and woke up with that 'tiny dancer' song in my head. I'm so glad I'm a girl.
I feel so completely adored and loved and cherished by God and I think maybe it's easier for girls to feel that because we don't mind being vulnerable and dependant and carried.

You know, I was told again that my posts don't really make sense and that I should explain more. But the One who adores me put this quote in my path without me even looking for it.

It has been ambitious and plucky of me to attempt to describe what is indescribable, and I have failed, as I knew I would. But I have discharged my duty to my society; and besides, a writer, like an acrobat, must occasionally try a stunt that is too much for him. At any rate, it is worth reporting that long before the circus comes to town, its most notable performances have already been given. Under the bright lights of the finished show, a performer need only reflect the electric candle power that is directed upon him; but in the dark and dirty old training rings and in the makeshift cages, whatever light is generated, whatever excitement, whatever beauty, must come from original sources—from internal fires of professional hunger and delight, from the exuberance and gravity of youth. It is the difference between planetary light and the combustion of stars. From The Ring of Time by E. B. White

I dance a star dance.