The thirteen-year-old boy watched his fellow classmates dance to the lively music. Part of him wanted to be out there with them. Another part just wanted to st& by the wall. He began to wonder why he had even come to the after-school dance.
Before he had a chance to figure out why he was there, a girl from one of his classes walked up to him & asked him the question he didn’t expect to hear, “Want to dance?”
The boy hesitated a moment & then answered, “No, thank you.” He never danced that day. He just stood by the wall, leaning on his crutches & wondering how a crippled kid could dance.
Twenty years later, the kid on crutches is now a man in a wheelchair. I’m not sure what happened to the girl who asked me to dance. She may not even remember asking the question, but I remember.
I look back on that day & regret that I didn’t dance. Yes, I was on crutches, but she didn’t seem to mind. So, why did I?
I’m more crippled than I was twenty years ago. Legs that once were merely weak are now lifeless. Arms that once maneuvered crutches now hang limp. I may be physically weaker, but I’ve learned how to dance.
God has taken my sorrow. He has taken my pain. He has taken my long nights when all seemed hopeless. He has taken my mourning & turned it into dancing. My body may sit motionless, but my spirit dances to the music God has placed in my heart.
God desires to do the same for you. He yearns to take your sorrow & turn it into joy. God asks you the same question a thirteen-year-old girl asked me, “Want to dance?”
Jason Mitchener was born with a rare neuromuscular disease that now confines him to an electric wheelchair & requires him to use a ventilator to breathe. He lives in Phoenix, AZ is the author of Just Passing Through: Notes from a Fellow Traveler. Visit his web site at: http://www.JasonMitchener.com