Updated: Mar 14
"My heart is to have a dance partner"
I love to dance.
Let me rephrase that...
I love the IDEA of dance.
As a gymnast, I incorporated dance into my routine. Choreographed steps were memorized in detail. Every pirouette, toe placement, and pinky finger extension was practiced over and over, with the goal of perfection.
I had judges to win over. A coach to impress. A crowd (mostly made up of parents and grandparents) to please.
Still, I dreamed of dancing with a partner, flowing gracefully in perfect synch across the dance floor.
Ballroom, latin, and swing dance intrigued me, and I decided to look into lessons. That's when I found out my friend, Dale, could dance. He invited me out dancing and said,
"You don't need lessons. All you have to do is follow my lead."
So we went dancing. And that's when I discovered...
I'm a TERRIBLE follower.
"Horrific" might be a more accurate description. Just ask Dale's bruised feet.
You see, my mind and body had been trained to approach dance as an individual, fully in charge of where my own feet go.
Precision, I was great at. Relax and follow...not so much.
Dance has been becoming a reoccurring theme lately. I know it's God, but in my mind, I'm thinking spontaneous dance during worship service. You know...something super spiritual.
During my morning conversation with God, he said to me,
My heart is to have a dance partner.
Good one, God. You're just messing with me because you know I'm the worst dance partner ever.
Stay in step with me. (Galatians 5:25)
Oh wait...you weren't kidding?
Jesus is your example. He did nothing apart from the Father. (John 5:19)
OK, I'm paying attention.
Forcing your own timeline is a form of rebellion.
You've done this both by rushing ahead when I say "wait",
and also by waiting when I have asked you to move.
You love the idea of team and partnership,
but struggle to stay in sync and follow my lead.
This doesn't have to be a struggle.
In my mind's eye, I see a picture of Jesus standing on the edge of a ballroom floor, hand extended in invitation.
Eyes full of love and joyful expectation beckon me to join him.
There is also compassion.
He knows this is hard for me. Lately, I've been tired, and frankly overwhelmed, by the stressors all around. Just when I think I'm handling life in stride, the Coronavirus hits.
Operating from a place of love, and not fear, has been a constant back-and-forth this week. I know what I should do, but I'm struggling. I'm exhausted.
How can I dance when I don't even want to move?
Knowing my heart, he responds:
Come away with me and dance.
When you get tired, you can dance on my feet.
All of a sudden, I am a little girl resting my tiny bare feet on Jesus' strong, capable ones as he continues to dance.
Do you have a memory of dancing on your daddy's feet? I do.
If you are a dad, have you danced with your own daughter this way?
It's one of the sweetest moments between a dad and a daughter. Very little comes close to the intimacy of childlike rest, dependence, and simple enjoyment of relationship.
No one is thinking of goals or accomplishment.
This heart-entwining moment is saturated in the fragrance of TRUST.
What about you?
When it comes to dancing with Jesus, do you tend to be a wallflower-sitting things out as a spectator? Or are you more like me...trying to go it alone?
Are you ready to follow his steps? Are you too exhausted or unsure to do more than stand on his feet?
Either way, he is calling your name, drawing you into strong arms of love.
Close your eyes and picture Jesus extending his hand out to you in invitation. What expression is on his face? What does it mean for you to follow Jesus onto the dance floor in this time of uncertainty?
Can I ask one more thing? If this story has touched your heart or you know someone who would benefit from hearing this message, will you share it?
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In Him we live and move and have our being.