Hello and thank you for joining me today for give him 15. This is day three of our series from

the pleasure of his company, a book that will help you connect

much more strongly and effectively with the Lord.

The title of our post today is The Dance.

I'm not a great dancer. Okay, I'm not even an average dancer. Fine, I can't dance at all.

When I was a teenager, there was a popular dance called The Funky Chicken. I think my version of

this controlled flopping was probably the closest I've ever come to

performing a dance properly.

I actually thought it was pretty good.

I actually thought I was pretty good at it until my friends tagged my version the flopping

chicken.

Mom saw me practicing once and freaked out.

Are you okay? She screamed, thinking I was having a seizure. Yeah, I'm good. I assured her,

just doing the funky chicken. Get him off sugar, dad murmured from across the room before he breaks something. Looks like he's being stung by a swarm of bees, joked Tim, my brother. He's always been mercy motivated. A few years back,

my wife, Cece, talked to me into taking some private ballroom dancing lessons.

I resisted at first, knowing this wouldn't end well. But it became clear it was important to her.

So against all wisdom, I succumbed. You've probably heard the expression,

but have you ever really seen a drunken sailor?

My dogs actually ran outside.

Wouldn't come near me for days.

Maybe we should just take walks together, Cici said.

Yeah, I said, unless they bring back the funky chicken.

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