And I’m not a very good dancer.

You see, I have no rhythm. Moving my body to the music doesn’t work very well.

The photo features me and my daughter at a daddy-daughter dance several years ago. (She’s in college now.) I felt bad for her that her dad was not the best dancer at the party – far from it. And I feel bad for my wife along the same lines.

Somehow they both still love me.

Life has changes in tempo and tune, just like the music we dance to. Sometimes it’s easier to dance and other times it’s challenging.

Even though I’ve learned the lesson of dependence on my heavenly Father over and over, I keep learning. Somehow He keeps loving me.

I love Proverbs 3:5. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding.”

A good dancer can make their partner look like they know how to dance, even if they don’t.

Paul Merrill writes here every First Friday.