It’s cliché to say that “life is a dance”. But as I sit and ponder life this morning I can’t help but realize that is so true.
There are days that the dance is perfect. The perfect music with the perfect rhythm. The perfect ambiance with the scenery and mood just right. The perfect gown and a glow on my face. I’m dancing with the perfect dance lead; everything smooth and each step sure.
Then there are days that the dance feels a little off beat. The music sounds unfamiliar and the rhythm is hard to catch. The ambiance, well…the ambiance seems to be lacking. The gown feels more like an unsure fit, and I’m sure my face looks more like I just ate a sour lemon. The steps feel different; I’m not familiar with this dance. I contemplate the dance. Will I get it right, in the right timing?
Change can be difficult; it can be awkward changing rhythms in life. I sometimes think I would rather keep dancing the familiar dance. It’s comfortable. It’s familiar. It’s certain. Thinking, “I can settle for this; a bit of status quo feels just fine with me.”
Although all that may be true, I sure don’t want to find myself dancing alone or not dancing at all because I am unwilling to follow the rhythm of change.
It is in times of change that I am challenged to make sure I am closest to my Dance Leader. I may not be out twirling about like I did before when I knew my steps and rhythm. In this new season I may need to be dancing a waltz with arms locked with His, eyes focused on His, feet unwavering staying in perfect step, and His hand holding my back strong. Soon I will catch the new rhythm.
No matter the season of the dance the perfect Dance Lead remains. As clumsy and uncertain as I may feel I want to make sure I remain a submissive dance partner and I allow the Dance Lead to lead.
I grew up hearing one of my pastors always say, “put your little hand in God’s big hand”. Of course that always need be the case, but ever so much more in rhythm’s of change.
A Time for Everything…
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die;a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.” ~ Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
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