There’s a song by LEEANN WOMACK , if you haven’t listened or heard this song, I would recommend you do. First time I heard this song I said to myself …”just another country song” ! It meant nothing to me, I could barely sing a full song without humming or mumbling at the words. So when I hear a song and like it, i usually find the lyrics to see if there is any portion of the song that resonates with me. So one day, while I was browsing though a retail store in New York , it must have been one of the days, you know those kind when you are consumed with your own thoughts , you take a stroll just to easy up the pressure – we all have such days , don’t we?
So, I hoped aisle to aisle and there I was in a small section, shelves filled with cooking books, children’s book , novels and there i saw a little book titled “I HOPE YOU DANCE”. I remembered the words, I knew I had heard the lyrics of the song , some where far, not in New York but home in Uganda before I even knew I would over walk the streets of New York .
I bent over gracefully , picked up the little magic book, with the sweetest tittle , words that dived deep into my soul , I stared at it with love like a new mother staring at her new born & felt the bond , the comfort . it was the last one and I felt it had lay there waiting on me , I looked no more, I joined the long line of women with huge carts,kids begging their mothers if they could have an extra item, such amused me because I never had a chance to make requests as a child, I took whatever I was given without question .
I eventually paid for my little book, and left the store immediately , I had found me something to read that evening and I had to run.
I got home safely, feeling lighter and started on it , My little book of less that 50 pages but very , very fitting a book so inspiring , so healing , so comforting – it’s what I needed that evening and my day had been made whole!
In between my reading time , I stopped to wipe a tear or two, some parts I cried so hysterical like a child but at the end of it all I felt a renaissance of my soul, the things that worried me or the load I had felt huge upon my shoulders had been washed away – the power of ” simple words”. “I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean, whenever one door closes i hope one more opens , promise me that you will give faith a fighting chance . And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance . I hope you dance …..I hope you dance ”
At that point I wished all that to my family, my father , brothers, mother and friends who were all thousands of miles away from me. I hoped they felt small when they stood beside an ocean, no ocean in uganda so a lake would do. I hoped they understood these words or interpreted them the same as I did. But then I figured that mostly likely they had not heard this song before, if they did may it comfort their souls and yours as it did mine, I hope you dance.