You are only five, and you don't know about stage fright. You're just excited to wear the costume, and the big pink bow, and dance on stage with your friends. You're excited that your family is here to watch you dance, and you're thrilled that we let Caleb stay up past his bedtime so he could come too.
You've grown so much since you first started dancing. You still love it, in spite of the fact that you really aren't that sure if you remember the whole routine or not. Your teacher has taught you well that dancing is a way to worship God with your whole body, and you're excited to be leading all the parents in worship tonight as you dance to a song that is so perfectly suited to your particular struggles.
Sweet Abby, I pray that as you continue to grow and dance and worship in whatever God calls you to, that you will remember the words you danced to tonight:
I know I'm not perfect
I know I make mistakes
I know that I have let you down
But you love me the same
You lift me up when I can't see
Your heart is all that I need
Your love carries me so I'm letting go
You lift me up with your love...
~"Lift Me Up"