Sometimes...

I cheer my prayers. On most occasions, I begin in ready position for "Dear" perhaps followed by a High V for "Lord". Next, you might see me add a few Daggers, a possible Broken T, and every once in a while, a High Clasp, depending on which word this corresponds with. My final move, a rather mean Herkie, is always reserved for the "Amen", for reasons I'm sure you understand. I've found the ratio of one "move" per syllable is ideal, yet I admit I mix it up sometimes, adding more syllables per move.

We will remember these nights, my girls and I. We thank God for the little details of our day as we laugh between all my attempted moves that can't be found on any cheerleader websites, as quite frankly, I know nothing of cheerleading. What I do know, however, is how much I feel God as the four of us are together in this room, laughing so hard we can hardly talk. Oh, how I desperately want my little women to associate God with all of life...I want them to see Him outside of any box or building. I want them to never question his "bigness"...to know he can handle their fears, doubts, questions, mistakes, even cheered prayers.

"I'm going to live my life inspired. Look for the holy in the commonplace. Open the windows and feel all that is honest and real until I'm truly amazed. I'm going to feel all my emotions...Oh, the glory of God is man fully alive." Sara Groves