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On an overcast day we took our grand prizes to the Wilderness Experience in Tupper Lake, NY. The kids crawled on the spider web, much to the joy of our 6-year-old spider man.

We walked on the suspension bridges which mysteriously wobbled and swung when Grandpa crossed.

On our foray into the forest,  my fashionista granddaughter had something to offer. A reminder to dance as if no one is watching.

In this little patch of woods, curators installed speakers which are movement activated. Me, I am ok with the music of the rustling of leaves, and the birds’ thrilling trills, and brooks babbling about places they have been, but these speakers play music someone decided reflected life in the woods. I suspect they have never  been in the woods.

It’s unsettling at first, to hear drums beating in the woods, xylophones noting your passing, and celestial voices singing heavenly wordless tunes. Spiderman clung to my hand, made easier by an unidentified stickiness on his hand, my 18-month-old marathoner was happy to be carried by Grandpa Woodsman, but the Princess of All-That-She-Sees embraced it.

“I might need to take off my hoodie,” she proclaimed and placed it quickly on Daddy- the-coat hanger’s outstretched hand.

And she danced, as if the woods and all its contents were there for her. She twirled and whirled as if no one was watching.

Hopefully, no one ever watches me twirl. I am no gazelle. But could my heart and mind and soul dance with that abandon? Can I write and enjoy the joy of putting thoughts into words, even if no one is reading? Can I feel the joy of the Lord and let my heart dance before Him?

Eric Liddell once said, “When I run, I feel God’s pleasure.”

Let’s dance our words, our thoughts, our joy in the moment before the Lord and feel His pleasure, just to feel His pleasure.

The Lord will guide you always; he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame. You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail. - Isaiah 58:11