“At The Ballet” by Dianne H. Timmering

“Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.” Matthew 6: 9-10

Last night, I took  my sister, Linda, my niece, Robyn and my great niece, Lola to the Nutcracker here in Louisville. I was late to the theatre and when I got there I saw Lola waiting (I had the tickets) and I shouted her name. She came running, and shouted back with tremendous joy, “Hi Di, I’ve missed you so much.” I picked her up and twirled her around in her beautiful glittery copper shoes and shining sequined dress. She couldn’t wait to go in, or for it to start, taking her own ballet classes herself where they live in Los Angeles.

We got her a booster chair so she was a real girl, in a real dress, watching a real show. She watched the ballet in its entirety, giving erudite and interesting assessments throughout the performance, wondering if the towering mice were bad, for example, who tried to steal the nutcracker mid-way through the show.

When the ballet ended we stood in union for the dancing artists who had performed with such eloquence and my sister, niece, and I turned around and not far behind us was the handicapped section. There they were in sophisticated wheelchairs, two beautiful young women with velvet dresses and warm covers. They could not move, abandoned by the utility of their arms and legs. I prayed so hard for an instant miracle, for them to know what it was like to stand and to twirl like the dancers on the stage. We prayed so hard that that could happen. Could deliberate prayer truly heal even the most forgotten? Just then, just at that moment?

And then I noticed their glowing smiles and effervescent skin, accented by young make-up, for they were burgeoning women after all. They gleamed with such beauty under the warmth of their fancy dresses; and they were happy. Their smile was their own stand of applause.

We live in a broken world, an often unjust and unfair one as well, but where joy comes still and can even live. Let us pray for these beautiful young girls to have lives beyond the chair, and for all those who suffer, to twirl beyond the constrictions of their illness and the strangles of pain. Let us pray for quantum hope and colliding miracles. Let us transform faith into the strength of standing, one for another, linked, because we believe, because heaven can live on earth. Let us twirl.

Love you all. Dianne

Dianne H. Timmering, MBA, MFA, CNA
Vice President of Spirituality
Signature Consulting Services, LLC


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