Today, my dad and I had a frustrating day talking to people on the phone. He had issues with his doctor's office and pharmacy; I was trying to get my finances sorted out. At the end of it all, we both felt defeated and unsure if either one of us had accomplished anything.
Many, many years ago, my family took a trip somewhere (I have long since forgotten where we traveled to). We stayed in an apartment which had a washer and dryer in the kitchen. The machines made a lot of noise, which made watching television impossible when the machines were being used. In our boredom, my dad and I made up a dance to entertain ourselves. We called it "The Washing Machine Dance". We held our hands up near our faces and wiggled our bodies back and forth, trying to imitate the washing machine. Then someone would call out "spin cycle", and we would spin as fast as we could around in a circle. We would laugh so hard and ultimately end up on the floor gasping for breath in between our shrieks of laughter.
Tonight, the dishwasher was on in the kitchen, and it was making a lot of noise. My dad started doing "The Washing Machine Dance". I instantly started laughing at my dad (now many, many years older) trying to wiggle his body around. He yelled out, "Spin cycle!" and attempted to whirl around in a circle. He made it once around and then nearly fell to the ground. "Whoa," he said. "I guess can't spin like I used to." Then we started laughing at the thought of having to go to the emergency department and trying to explain how my dad got hurt. "Well, doctor, my dad was trying to do the washing machine dance and then called out 'spin cycle' and then fell because he can't spin like he used to."
After having a very trying day, I am so grateful to enter bed with a smile on my face, praise on my lips and laughter in my heart. "Let them praise His name in the dance: let them sing praises onto Him with the timbrel and harp. Let the saints be joyful in glory: let them sing aloud on their beds." (Psalm 149:3, 5)
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