There was no place I 'd rather be than the skating rink.It's true...
I stood on my daddy's skates as he glided around the rink, when I was three.
I was his princess and I was on top of the world.
My daddy could've been an olympic figure skater...he was an awesome skater.
So, I learned to skate when I was three, skated in the middle of the rink with other beginners, and enjoyed watching my parents as they danced on their skates.
I clicked and clacked down the sidewalk in my green skates; waiting for the day I would be old enough to go to the skating rink by myself.
When I was probably in the sixth grade, the day came and I flung my skates (white, adult skates) over my shoulder and entered the skating rink, alone.
I loved the exhilarated feeling of the wheels whirring beneath my feet, as I raced around the curves on the shiny floor.
I loved feeling my hair fly as I sped past other skaters.
I loved the music, and the sound of other skates whirling around me.
I was at home.
When I was skating I was enough.
More than enough...
I was never afraid to go by myself. I knew I'd see friends there - or I'd make new ones.
I was sure of myself.
At one point, the lights in the rink were turned down low, and a colored ball would light up and flash different colors.
That meant it was couple skating time.
I wasn't afraid of being left out.
I would be asked to skate.
I wasn't afraid of falling and feeling stupid.
What confidence!
I didn't think about being too ugly, or too spindly (I was a skinny kid).
I was having fun.
It was enough.
I was enough.
I remember.
I marvel at that young girl.
What happened to the
"I'm enough" girl.
Where did she go.
I know what happened.
The skating rink closed.
I grew up.
Life happened, with disappointment and broken dreams and several broken hearts.
I wasn't enough anymore.
I lost my confidence.
I didn't believe in me anymore.
But, guess what.
Something happened.
Life has a way of happening.
I'm glad.
I got a brand new pair of roller skates.
I'm learning, from my Father in heaven who specializes in broken people,
that I am enough.
He's teaching me the skate of life...
I'm His princess.
He lets me stand on His skates as He teaches me how to skate
with confidence.
Sometimes, we skate together...side by side.
What a wonderful thing,
as I learn more and more of His unfailing love,
I know I am enough.
I can feel my hair flying back as I whiz around the corners, twirling, skating, dancing.
It is enough, because He is enough.
And, to Him, I am enough,
just because He said so.
