I’ll Have It His Way

I went to see a movie the other night with my daughter. Now, don’t laugh…

High School Musical 3 – Senior Year.

I haven’t watched the first two movies, but have heard from various sources that they were commendable. So, as I’m a sucker for musicals and while my husband and son went to the shoot ‘em up production in the theater adjacent to us, we went in to see ours.

We were the only people in there and had a great time. The only problem with these types of movies though… The repressed desire to sing and to dance is reawakened (much to my family’s despair). I left the theater singing The Boys are Back. I added a few little moves to the words that I could remember (which were few) and a couple dance moves. Yes, the attendant behind the snack bar laughed. And then in one of my graceful moves, I threw out my back. The pain seared through the entire middle. Fortunately, it didn’t last too long.

What was unfortunate, however, was facing my PD once again. Knowing that no matter what my heart desires, this PD – this thief – will determine whether I can do it or not. It won’t be my decision to make.

But…

If I had my way, I’d join a dance class and learn to waltz.

If I had my way, I’d go skiing one more time.

If I had my way, I’d play softball and hit a homerun and run all the bases myself.

If I had my way, I’d put my own socks and shoes on.

If I had my way, I’d insist that I can do it myself.

If I had my way, I’d do many things.

Things that I used to be able to do when I had my way.

But today is different. I can’t have my way. PD has seen to that.

I’ve had to learn to receive and not always be able to give.

I’ve had to learn dancing will have to wait, at least for now.

I’ve had to learn skiing is not for me.

I’ve had to learn others are willing to do what I cannot do.

I’ve learned, unlike Frank Sinatra, that I don’t always have to have or do it my way.

And that’s okay, because I know that for some reason, this path I am on is His way and that’s the only direction I want to go. I also know that when I reach the destiny He has set before me, He will be waiting on the dance floor of heaven, just for me.

**Daughter of the King

your soul exposed

your thoughts laid bare

could you have ever imagined

to find love there

there in a place

where dirt and filth reside

and shame clouds hang overhead

in a place you long to die

instead you live

you breath in and out

you find one day

what love is all about

you learn of a mighty King

who sent his son to fight

so that we could live free

be rid of darkness and walk in light

this king calls you beloved

this king calls you blessed

this king calls you His

and with the finest linens, you become dressed

you have a new home

a home made just for you

it’s surrounded by streets of gold

for nothing less will do

He calls you His beloved

He loves you as His very own

there’s no where you can hide

you’ll never again be alone

you have a Father now

a King above all Kings

He’ll fight for you, gave His son for you,

He’ll do anything

Yes, He calls you His beloved

He’s there through everything

He loves you more than you can know

for you are His – a daughter of the King

by Sherri Woodbridge