| This life is like a dance, with my partner being either the god of this world, or the Lord of the universe. For myself, I have chosen to dance with the Lord.
You might think dancing with my King, my Savior, my Lord, my Lover, and my Daddy would be the very epitome of beauty and enjoyment, and while I truly could not have asked for a better partner, there are times it seems to be a very hard and difficult dance indeed. The steps are intricate and seem to be too hard to understand, my breath catches in my throat at the rigorous exercise, and the music does not fit my taste. Even though I beg Him to explain why He prefers this particular dance at this time, He oftentimes will not give me a satisfactory answer. It is at those times I find very little enjoyment in our dance and I long for the song to end.
Nevertheless, when I trip over the steps, His arm is there to catch me. When I absolutely cannot bear the music anymore, His shoulder is there to muffle the sound. When the exercise is too much, He is there to hold me up. And when my eyes fill and my voice chokes, He pauses a moment to wipe away my tears and assure me that He is still there. That this dance won’t last forever. That He loves me.
It is not all gloom, of course. Sometimes the music is bright and my feet are light and quick. Then my smile is matched by His own, and we become a beautiful couple, moving in perfect rhythm to the beat. It is then that I have to throw back my head and laugh for pure joy. What a happy thing it is, to be to be dancing and free! More often than not, He laughs with me, as if we share a delightful secret known only to those who dance with Him.
The best thing about our dancing is that my Partner will never leave me for another. He won’t pair off with another, more beautiful woman. He has given me His promise, and He doesn’t break His promises.
Dance with Him. |
