The Dance

The day after my brother-in-law's funeral, my husband and I joined my family at the park for my sister's wedding rehearsal dinner. I was there early hanging out with my family and waiting for Bob to get off work. When I saw him pulling into the parking lot I went to meet him. This song came over the park's loudspeakers as we were walking toward each other. When we met on the sidewalk we stopped and just held unto each other until even a little while after the song ended. This song has reminded me of my brother in law ever since.
This afternoon I heard George Winston's piano version on Pandora and instead of thinking of my brother in law, (it will be 10 years in June) I thought of my husband and I holding unto each other.
Today is Valentine's Day. Some friends have been living in the hospital for a few weeks after the husband was in a motorcycle accident. In spite of everything he has been through, he remembered to have roses sent to his wife and daughters. My boys and husband picked out flowers for me the other night when we were at Wal-Mart, but otherwise, we most likely won't do a whole lot, if anything. I am okay with that. But I am not entirely happy with other areas of my life that I seem to have become complacent with.
Why is it that when the status quo is generally acceptable, with money in the bank and healthy kids, we take things for granted? We don't depend on each other, or God, as much as when things are not so easy. Why, when things are tough do we work that much harder?
I have really been in a rut lately. The status quo is okay and I am feeling convicted. There is so much that I should be doing that I am not. I need to try harder. Work harder. Take advantage less. Be less complacent.

"Dance like nobody's watching;
love like you've never been hurt.
Sing like nobody's listening;
live like it's heaven on earth."

~~~ by Mark Twain