There she was.
She stood all of three feet tall, and she twirled.
She twirled freely, round and round and round.
Like, she was unashamed, uninhibited.
She was uninhibited, because she didn’t know.
She didn’t know what she wasn’t or what she couldn’t.
She just knew that when she spun around, the world spun too.
It was dizzying.
It was only when she spun fast and long that she’d fall in a fit of giggles.
In the fit of laughter on her back, the world spun on.
She loved the way twirling made all things dance.
She loved that all it took to make her world move
was for her to start moving.
May we remember why we twirled as little girls—merely for the sake of twirling. We twirled for the fun, the laughter, the dizziness…for the sheer joy of making our worlds spin. May we realize that all it takes for our world to move is for us to start moving, to start moving with God—twirling with him uninhibited and unashamed.