The Dance of Life

"God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains. C.S. Lewis

~I think acknowledging reality must come with maturity. There was a point in time when I refused to accept pain as a possibility in my life…I felt it for others to a certain extent - but not too much…because pain (quite obviously) is depressing. And we mustn’t go around feeling depressed, must we? - Yes. I know. I’m silly. …(I kind of knew it all along ;)
...But with time comes much opportunity to observe and discover truth for yourself.

This my truth....

With pain comes a beautiful time of dancing on the Father’s feet.

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“Come” - He beckons me with hands extended.

“Lord, I’m afraid.”

“Of what?”

“….of falling.”

His smile fills His eyes. My heart is warmed.

“I won’t let you fall. - but you have to trust Me”

“…well - ok. If You say so”

“I say so”

So I take His hand. The dance of life begins.

Soon I stumble. The fall hurts. ….but He stoops down, comforts me. His touch is reassuring and brings healing.

“You’re doing so well, daughter. I love you. Know you are cherished and priceless in My eyes”

Soon we’re dancing again. …perhaps the rough part is over.

Yet again a fall comes…this time I’m angry at Him -

“Father, you allowed this to happen? Why? I don’t understand. How could you do this to me? Where were you when this happened?”

“That’s it, daughter - let it out. Let it go. Remember that I love you. Hold onto me”

Again we dance. We sway and turn in time to the music. He is flawless beauty and I, forever awkward. Loving Him. Worshipping Him. ...could anyone or anything be so worthy of my all as He?

But soon, all too soon - comes the greatest fall of all. I’m on the ground. Dirty, bruised, heartsick, and at my end - I can’t hear the music anymore. There is no dance left.

“Lord. Just let me be. I can’t do this anymore. Please. I have no strength. I have nothing left to give You”

Jesus sits down beside me. I look at Him in absolute vulnerability -

“….Jesus.”

“Now”, He smiles at me - “Now we can really dance”

He pulls me to my feet. Then hunkers down and gently places my bruised, dirty feet over His nail scarred ones.

“Now. Look into My eyes, beloved.”

All I see is pure, unadulterated love. I feel the pain of the fall. But I’m not alone. I’m not in despair. Hope and His fulfilling comfort surrounds and fills me.

Suddenly I realize that we’re dancing. BOTH of us flawless.

“…but how?”

“Don’t you know by now, heart? - this is the way My heart yearns to dance with you always. When there is no flesh left. It is then that your weakness gives way to My strength.

It is at that time you learn what it means to truly dance.”

“Who is this coming out of the wilderness leaning on the arm of her Beloved?”
~Song of Songs