Hmm...ballet? What's so special about ballet? Well kids, it was a whole other world. Let's just say I matured in many ways being in that world, only to leave it and find I neglected to grow up in others. I don't think I really even noticed boys were "nice" until the age of 18. But believe me, God knew I couldn't take growing up all at once. He's been doing it in pieces. I'm thankful I went through this sort of heartache of losing it because it was something I had embroidered on my heart. Removing that was painful at the time, but I'm thankful that it's no longer my identity. My heart's title now can say "child of God". This weekend I was fortunate enough to perform a little bit with the re-formed ballet company (another glorifying story for another post entirely). I stood off on stage left watching adorable dancers moving to some Frank Sinatra. At first I started to cry because a part of me still grieved the dea