Life is hard. Any time you step out of your front door, no matter if you’ve lived there one day or one hundred years, it’s no longer your home. There’s an environment that is ever changing, being changed, and your thoughts on it too are changing. It’s like learning a new dance. Maybe you practice with the same partner, and you even excel. Then you are given a new partner and the dance changes. Same dance, different environment. The dance of life is somewhat like this. As a Christian, I want to dance the dance of faithfulness and uprightness, treasuring Jesus as my environment changes rapidly. Recently I’ve been planted in a big city and have been learning the particular dances of city life. It’s easy to feel overwhelmed because I miss steps and I seem to never get the tempo right, but ultimately my life dance isn’t changing. I want to dance faithfully as I stand in the wrong spot for the metro and don’t know if I should sit or stand. I want to dance faithfully as I skip over the grates on the sidewalk afraid I'll fall through like I saw on the news. I want to dance faithfully as people talk about their fancy jobs and I'm left shuffling in my seat because they used words I didn't know exited. Even if I get the big city dance wrong, the dance of life I can keep doing. By God’s grace, He’ll establish my steps where they need to go and provide the dance partners I need to have. And as I mess up, I’ll dance on.