Keilah has always loved to dance. Even as a baby, she used to bounce in her high chair whenever she heard music. She’s got moves my uncoordinated body could only dream of doing. She took ballet for a little while but got bored with it. So I signed her up for jazz. Yesterday, she went to her first class, and she came home upset. She said she did not want to go back. Concerned, we asked her if anything bad happened to her. She said no, she just did not like that it was hard. There were too many steps, and she could not keep up. She sobbed as she related that things always came easy for her before. And she does not like feeling like she’s not good at something. She even mentioned how she’s doing 2nd grade homework when she’s only in first grade. She was just devastated. So we talked to her about perserverance. We explained that she needs to always remain teachable if she wants to continue learning. And we agreed that she’ll finish up the session, and if she still doesn’t like it, then we’ll reconsider.
A few hours later, after her emotions have settled down a bit, Keilah came up to me and said, “Mommy, I’m going to dance class on Monday. I think Satan was trying to trick me. Maybe He wanted me to turn away from God or something. Just because I’m not good at something doesn’t mean I should just give up. I can’t let fear stop me from trying.” Wow. I don’t even know where she got all that from. But she astounds me with her wisdom, sometimes. It’s so humbling to know that, really, my children teach me more about faith than I do them.
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