May I Have This Dance?
I am certain those words are rarely used anymore, unless it is at a retirement home birthday party–right?
I am not THAT old, but I am old enough to remember the first time they were used by someone speaking to me. I remember that cute blonde skating instructor who invited me for my first ever couple dance. I remember the way my young heart skipped beats as I looked quickly around to see who he might be speaking to. I remember the gush of panic mixed with the blush of being “chosen” when I realized it was ME!
My friend Sue left this comment on my blog yesterday.
It awakened some things in my memories. It renewed some expectation in my heart.
Comment:
Necessary Endings…
Most often in my life this has meant letting go of the “good” so that I could take hold of the “better.”
Or, releasing my grip on that which is “better” so that I can fully embrace that which is “best.”
Maybe this process could best be described as a dance… constant movement … taking hold…letting go…ever the movement forward .
Isn’t that a beautiful way to think about change.
Dancing with God.
I can picture Him, MY JESUS, lightly touching the tips of my fingers as I am twirled out into a new unfamiliar step. Released but never let go.
Psalm 30:11-12 in the Message Bible says:
You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers. I’m about to burst with song; I can’t keep quiet about you. God, my God, I can’t thank you enough.
Yes, Lord, Yes. I would love to dance with you.
Pat
