Can I have this dance?
It’s time to dance. The music of life is playing and it requires some fancy footwork. No walking, no running… dancing. It’s defined as a series of motions and steps using prescribed or improvised steps and gestures.
Sigh…I hate to admit it but dancing is something I’ve never been able to do with grace and ease. My ankles seem to lock up and my feet stick to the floor. The little bit that I have done gets me in trouble. I lead and my feet get tangled up. I follow and the ground seems to open up leaving me stuck to the floor where I am. If I move I might fall into this huge hole. How do you follow without knowing where you’re going?
For me, dancing requires trust and submission all the way to the core. It means being led by faith and not sight. It means believing in him who leads – trusting that he knows where he’s going and is capable of bringing me along. It means being confident that I won’t be abandoned if I mess up – that there will always be a place in the music to get back on beat, back on time.
I’ve faught and conquered my way through so much garbage. I’ve taken on the most inconceivable challenges. But I’ve never learned to dance. This year I’m going to change that. I’m going to surrender my feet to the great leaders in my life and trust like I never have before. I fully expect to trip up – to get mad at the process, to fight through the doubt, and most importantly to laugh at myself.
As my stomach turns and my heart tightens I’m holding out my hand. Can I have this dance?
it would be my pleasure