What it looks like for us

Kylie decided she was interested in ballet in 2007 while we were still living in Baton Rouge.  We joined an amazing dance studio, and at the end of her first year, she was chosen, by the instructor, as "Dancer of the Year" for the younger grades.

And then we moved.

Overseas.

She didn't touch ballet again until a ballet dancer came to our town in Africa for a semester.  This beautiful young lady named Meg taught Kylie, Karis, and another girl ballet once a week.

Here's what practice looked like in our living room.

Sometimes Caleb came in to see what was going on.

She even had them in a recital before she left.  Make-up, hair, and everything.

Then, the last week of June, 2014, we started ballet again in Bryan/College Station.

We participated in a Nutcracker or two.

 

"Carnival of the Animals" and "Peter and the Wolf"

One Spring Recital

An amazing dance camp in Mississippi

And their final performance at "Christmas in the Park."

And then we moved.

Overseas.

Now, what is a girl to do in the Middle East for a ballet experience when your family moves because of a job?

Pray.

For two years.

The day we went to this studio to check out their ballet class, they were putting in permanent bars for the first time.

The teacher is Russian, and she is French trained, here because her husband is working.  She's hard!  And she's good!  Pray that her husband continues to find good work.

The girls love it!  And they have already made a dear friend who also dances.  In fact, she has invited them to go horseback riding tomorrow!  God is so good!

And the instructor teaches pointe.

This is Karis the day we bought her shoes in Houston

I normally can't see into the dance studio, but one night, Caleb and I went outside to do some of his school work on a park bench, and the side window was open.  You can't tell much from these pictures, but I wanted you to see real proof that He took care of us, and He provided for us.

Dance on!