“A Life of Dancing Grace” (Day 26)

Verse of the Day
 “Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy.” (Psalm 126:5)
 
I was born a twin, and from the beginning, I never felt alone. My sister Nancy was my mirror, my companion, my joy. We grew up in a simple home, surrounded by love, laughter, and hard work. But life changed when my parents separated. We moved, and suddenly doors closed to us. We were not welcome anymore. As a child, I did not understand prejudice, only the pain of it.
 
My mother carried us through. She worked two jobs, every day, so we would be cared for. She taught us to tell the truth and to live with integrity. We did not have much, but we had enough.
 
Faith was there, even when it was complicated. My mother was kept from full participation in the church, yet she made sure we knew God. I stayed close to faith, even through hurt and disappointment.
 
Dancing became my joy. It made me feel alive. And through dancing, I met Lenny, who has walked beside me for many years with laughter and love. Life brought many seasons—raising a family, moving, and slowing down when the world changed during COVID.
 
Then, later in life, I found a church where I was truly welcomed. For the first time, I felt seen. I heard my name spoken. I cried, because I knew I belonged.
 
I have known hardship and joy, loss and grace. I thank God for all of it—for my sister, my mother, my family, and a place to call home. – Mary Hibbett
 
Thought for the Day
 Who is one person you can welcome, encourage, or truly notice today? And what is one simple thing you will do to help them feel seen and loved?

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