Alone, but not sad…

“You you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers.” Psalm 30:11

I have become quite fond of dancing—something I’ve always wanted to do but was resigned to the fact that someday I would dance in heaven. Last night I went to a dance with Frank. It’s a club dance in Sun City – three dollars to join for the year and three dollars for each dance.

The dance floor was crowded with couples and singles, mostly women, dancing to songs of the 60’s through 80’s era. Long tables in rows lined the ends of the dance floor where many people just enjoy being there with their friends and never dance.

Frank and I found two available chairs across from a single woman, who in my opinion was closer to 80 years old than 70. I kept watching for someone to join her, but throughout the evening she sat alone. Sometimes I’d see her on the dance floor with a gentleman leading her around, but she always went back to the same spot and sat and waited to dance again. I noticed she did not seem sad to be there alone.

I know what loneliness is after losing a spouse. To me, sitting alone at a dance would be an experience of sadness. I’m glad this woman was able to enjoy the evening, and I give her credit for not sitting at home when she would rather be dancing.

Lord, be present in our dance of life. Amen.

About lindagillis

I am a retired church office servant, a writer, speaker for conferences, events, and retreats, and advocate for those who work in the church office. I began writing seriously after winning the 2006 Guideposts Writer's Workshop and being published in "Guideposts" and "Angels on Earth" magazines. I have self-published two book, "The Donut Theory--Meditation and Inspiration for the Church Office" and "Humble Beginnings--Daily Meditation Moments". My other passion is family and traveling to visit family and friends.
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