There we were, just a few days…

…before a very important performance in Florence Italy and one of the main dancers becomes hospitalized and in need of surgery. We were just a handful of days away from the show date, too late to teach a new dancer. Thus, I, as the choreographer, had to step in. Yet, as soon as I did, my back went out and I too had to go to the emergency room. “Lord! What are you doing?” I pleaded with God.

This work was dedicated to our Blessed Mother Mary and aimed at sharing HIS messages. Not to mention, it was being showcased at a major museum in Florence Italy. I could not understand why He would allow such predicaments. What was I to do? The pain left me barely able to even lift my neck to look others in the eye, let alone dance. “God, please fix this,” I prayed.

The Florence hospital took me in and loaded me up on medication, though I didn’t feel it’s effects much. I began to recon, “If you do not wish for this to take place, then so be.” I got into bed that night, like an elderly woman. Every movement was a shooting pain in my body. There was still a small hope in me, maybe a plea, that I could wake up ready to dance verses call it off.

Rising the next day, I found I had much greater movement in my body. The pain was not completely gone but maybe it is good enough to dance through, was my thought process. I pressed on as planned. The role I would dance, was that of the Blessed Mother. This movement needed to be peaceful and upward. “Mary, dance for me,” I requested eagerly. Walking into the Opera Del Duomo Museo in Firenze, I was filled with excitement and fear.  I was excited by the great opportunity, yet, fearful that I would not be able to do it justice. However, I kept pushing my mind back to trust in the request I had sent out for Mama Mary to be the lead dancer. And so she was.

In front of the historical facade we took our places. Grace surged my body and I no longer felt pain. I was filled with great peace and a renewed energy, despite being at the hospital until 3 am the night before. I should not have been moving but there I was dancing! Joy sustained my heart as I moved through the choreography, rising and turning, jumping and lifting. The dance was of Mary leading Eve into Divine hope, into the fullness of mercy. This message was bigger then me and the simple choreography I set. It was something the Holy Spirit had to lead and the Blessed Mother needed to dance. Oh! What providential circumstances these were, as it made it more clear that the Lord was at work with imperfect me. How true it is that His strength is made perfect in our weaknesses. All we must do, is hand them over to Him.

Cause of Our Joy (The New Eve) from Visual Grace (Kate Capato) on Vimeo.