After nearly a year and a half in California, I moved home. The Atlanta Ballet had offered me a job and so, I flew back to my old bedroom and my purple VW. At 19 my father had lovingly stated, “you have 5 years to find a life-support system.” 😂 He did not hold much hope for making money in ballet… especially in San Francisco.
Driving into downtown Atlanta, felt familiar and comfortable. Living at home took adjustment. This was the city I’d grown up in and the ballet company I started with at 5. It was a right of passage… just the next thing I needed to do.
However, something was missing; I wanted more. Was this all there would ever be for me? 32 performances of The Nutcracker each December, with Cinderella, la femme garde’e and some other pieces thrown in? I had offered ALL this to God before leaving California. Somehow I wanted to dance for Jesus.
I started reading “A Way Through the Wilderness” by Jamie, Buckingham. Even on tour, that and my Bible were my constant companions. Reading on the bus, or in the break room, I took a lot of teasing. Just as at SFB, I discovered being a Christian in the ballet world was odd and made some people uncomfortable. After a year, I heard of a Christian ballet company in Jackson, Mississippi. I could not wait to see them perform and hear more…
Had God heard my cry?
ForGlorySake! –Anna
