Monday, September 22, 2008

Dancing While Learning the Steps

"For God alone my soul waits in silence; from him comes my salvation. He only is my rock and salvation, my fortress; I shall not be greatly shaken."~Psalm 62:1-2

That verse really doesn't need a follow up. I mean, He's our rock and our fortress...strength, protection, power, foundation, stability. I could go on. Change is pretty incredible-it's never quite easy-heck, I even have issues when my day-to-day schedule shifts from expected. And this has been such a rich and real time of change for me. In grad school, in a relationship, changing fellowship, not leading much at all, spending most of my evenings at a local coffee shop while immersed in public management or finance reading. So much has changed. I'm also not 15 any more. I'm not pulling the "I'm old" card, but I'm getting older...meaning things are changing there too. So there's a lot of shifting and adjusting and it's ever present.  It does feel sometimes as if I'm dancing while actually learning how to dance. The the One I dance with happens to be the best lead in all of time. 

There's this beautiful thing that happens when a strong leader takes a partner and begins to dance. The lady doesn't have to really think about what she's doing. She has to make a decision to trust the lead and relax in the strength of his arms...both of which take faith. However, once that happens, it feels like you're flying. I can only remember a couple times when this kind of phenomenon occurred. One was as a young girl in high school where the lead in the school musical whisked me around stage to illustrate/teach the type of dance we'd be doing for a specific scene. The second was this past summer as I danced with someone to whom the Lord has opened my heart. Both instances left me feeling at peace and filled with joy. And I think that's how it's supposed to work with the Dancer. In fact, I'm 100% sure of it. The fruit of Him is joy...and peace...among other things. 

So this point of my life requires a lot of gathering and re-gathering myself in order that I won't forget that He knows the steps, knows how fast I like to go, and what kind of songs touch my heart. And He whispers the truth in my heart...much like Manny did this summer, whispering "1, 2, and 1, 2". These are moments cherished, and there are many to anticipate. 

Ah, to bask in the beauty of His song. He holds out His hand daily to me, asking, "May I have this dance?" And I say yes...not because I know what I'm doing, or because I know the music...but I know the Pursuer of my heart.  Faithful from the beginning of time, whose love knows no bounds, the Strength holding fast, and He's really good at twirling me around, reminding me of how beautiful I am in His sight. He made me, after all. 

Take a moment, dear ones, and dance a long waltz of praise. 1, 2, 3...1,2,3...

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