Somebody is always watching


You wouldn’t know it by looking at me, but I’m a dancer.  Not the “private dancer” like Tina Turner used to sing about, but the dorky, arms waving, spinning around in the kitchen kind when I think no one is watching.

I love to listen to K-Love every morning when I’m getting ready for work.  They play one amazing song after another as I prepare for my day.  Skip and Amy are so funny!  They share inspirational stories, the news headlines and such, but my favorite part is the music:  Lauren Daigle, Mandisa, and Casting Crowns are only a few of the musical artists I enjoy.  By the time I’m eating my cereal and packing my lunch I’m pretty wound up. 

I’ve never been a GREAT dancer, never been on Dancing with the Stars.  When I went to dances in my teens, I pretended to be Jennifer, Annette or Linda-all majorettes (dancing queens, to me).  After all these years, my moves are still not spectacular-more like aerobics, but I should get points for energy.

Several months ago, I was doing my morning dance in the kitchen and knocked the candles out of our menorah.  I.  Was.  Horrified.  I am sure that would probably be like Commandment Number Eleven:  Thou shalt not knock candles out of the menorah.  I moved it to the piano-a safer place.

This morning, they played Toby Mac’s “All I Need is You” and it was on!  My arms were up and moving from side to side like I was in an exercise class.  I kicked my legs behind me to stretch them out.  I was waving my hands and swaying around the kitchen island when I saw a movement in the doorway.  Somebody’s cat had its nose pressed up against the French doors!  I looked it straight in the eyes and then kept going.  It ran away.

I’m not going to give up my morning workout in the kitchen, but the peeping cat has made me think.  I always need to remember that people are watching-whether I want them to or not.

Hebrews 12:1 puts it in perspective: “Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles.  And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.”  Since, I am surrounded by witnesses of all ages in 2018, I need to always be firmly planted in God’s Word and in His will.  I cannot afford to have one foot in the church and one foot in the world!  Life is too short!  Every day, every choice matters!

I heard today that a girl on the high school dance team broke her leg.  “How did that happen?” I asked as I pondered all the daring things she might have been doing.  “Dancing,” they said.

Holy Smokes!  I better watch my step in the kitchen!  A broken leg from dancing would be awkward to explain at my age!

Dawn Reed is a newspaper columnist and pastor's wife in Prestonsburg. Reach her at




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