As I was reading through this book I came across another passage which really spoke to me. The chapter was titled The Music of the Dance. Here is what it said:
I need the music, too. I need it in different ways on different days. I need it for strength. On others, for courage.
I totally agree with this statement. In order for me to dance I do need the music and depending on what is going on in my life I need certain music to completely express what it is that I want to say to God.
But dancing with God. Now that takes on a whole new meaning. What kind of dance would that be? Perhaps, I am not even dancing with him but dancing as he watches. But as I have recently learned God does not just want to sit by and watch. He eagerly longs to dance with me.
As I look at this a little closer in my mind, the picture completely changes. I can see myself as a little girl in a tiny pink dress with pigtails in my hair, I am holding his hands and I find myself dancing perfectly with him never missing a step. As I look down I then discover that I am simply standing on Jesus' toes.
Perhaps this is what God really wanted me to see. He wanted me to realize that he is leading me in every area of my life just like that dance floor. And in some ways I guess you can say that he is carrying me more than leading me.
What a comfort that is. Especially at this very moment in my life.
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