The Ballet Ain't Over. . . . .

'til your husband plays God!

Only kidding.  Kind of.  Here's a great shot of my sweet, wonderful family dressed in their costumes from Lucinda's Heart, this spring's allegory ballet:

I think it should have been illegal, I was so proud.

Hannah danced as a "Redbird" - her very first year in the story ballet.  Emily danced her first year in the pre-professional division, with two roles and an (itty bitty) acting role to boot!

Yurii was cast as the Heartmaker (the God character), and the jokes were flying fast and furious all weekend.  ("So, what's it like to have breakfast with God. . . . ?")  I also think he will be a very distinguished gray-headed man ;)

Kathryn danced in her 4th ballet with Briarwood Ballet - and this year, she had a solo role as the "Cake Mistress."   She also was part of the unbelievably amazing "Shadows" dance - I'll try to get a picture of that up later.  Think Lion King meets The Island of Perpetual Tickling Man meets Grim Reaper.  With glowing eyes.  Awesome.

Really, though, I was most proud of the Bible studies Kathryn wrote to go along with the ballet.  This was her second year to do this . . . . she took the ballet story and turned it into a Bible study and coloring book, explaining spiritual truths and giving the audience the chance to look into the story in a deeper way.   I watched her pray, and serve, and write, and give, and love. . . . and dance.  It was a joy.

My brain and heart are full of so many things; not the least of which is exhaustion!  I've been pondering the nature of the arts, how to use them for the glory of God, the impermanence of it all, the portrayal of evil vs. goodness, the toll the schedule takes on our family, the joy of seeing children using their gifts. . . . . . . . . . . I think there are about five blog posts buried somewhere in there, and they may or may not ever be written.

We're moving onward and upward to the next few months, to finishing school, planning camps and vacations, and watching our lives unfold under the kind direction of our great God.

But one thing's for sure - I have watched my children (and husband!) dance for the glory of God.

They will never be the same.

And, I pray - neither will anyone else who was there.