The homeschool group my nephews belong to has been meeting once a week for ice skating, and today I joined them. I can't tell you how long it has been since I've skated, but I think my ankles can. Normally I leave the lacing of my skates rather loose for comfort and blood circulation, but today I found I needed a little more support. Having made that adjustment, however, I had a blast—and so, I believe, did my nephews. What a great way to get exercise without knowing it, at least until the skating is over. I'm also reliving my childhood, apparently, having just a few days earlier gone bowling, a sport last attempted even longer ago than skating.
After the skating was over, I made a point of thanking the person in charge of the music that played while we skated. The music itself was not spectacular, nor even enjoyable. It did include the obligatory Hokey Pokey, though not, I now realize, the Chicken Dance. What made the music so unusually delightful was that it was played at less than jet-engine assault volume. In this it contrasted starkly, not only with most skating rink experiences, but also church services, movie theaters, the above-mentioned bowling alley, and even Yorktown. (The last has some excuse, there being no volume knob on a cannon.)
Lift Up Your Hearts!
The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.
