Thursday, May 02, 2013
I was going through my ballet things again. Memories flooded my mind. I thought of all the times I wanted to quit, but my mom didn't let me. I thought of when I started loving it. I thought of when it just about became an obsession. At one point I was dancing six days a week. I had abandoned God and everything about him. I had no relationship with Him and didn't fellowship with His people. Of course I called myself a Christian, but I didn't live like it. True, I was only 13, but that's old enough to understand and have a relationship. I was a good kid. You wouldn't have expected that I'd drift away from anything that had to do with Him. My parents wanted to get back to church. (We had left our old church a few years before because of a change in pastors.) I didn't object, but I was against it on the inside. We tried a few different churches. Someone thought about going to my grandparents old church, Volusia County Baptist Church. When we got there I saw my friend, Haley, and Ben saw his friend, Riley. It was probably only because of them that we joined. Right after, Mom, Ben, and I left to go to Japan. We went to Yokosuka Baptist Church. The great people there had a lot of influence on me. I went to see a special doctor for a pain I had in my ankle when I danced. He said that it could be a bone that only a small percentage of people have. Sometimes the bone shifts so that it doesn't cause pain anymore, but usually you have to take it out by surgery. When we got home to the US, I had an MRI that revealed I did have the bone and it was causing some inflammation. Long story short: I never went back to ballet. But I think because of that, I turned back to God. I was hurting, and he was comfort. He did it all for a reason and I thank Him for it.