Whoever said it takes TWO to TANGO never saw me dance before. My version would be… it takes TWO to TANGO, and a stretcher, and an EMT waiting on the side lines…just in case.
My version of dancing with someone else looks more like being dragged along the dance floor…not because I’m unwilling to let someone lead necessarily…it’s just that it’s so foreign and so uncomfortable that I don’t get my “leads” instructions to move, spin, twist a certain way when He is doing His best at gently guiding me with His hand on the small of my back…so when it comes down to it it looks more like Him pushing (which is not the case at all), me stumbling, and being completely off the beat. I’m just not dainty or graceful…but my God is FULL OF GRACE!
Thoughts today….I am glad I am not God!
Why?
I’d forget when a wave should ebb or flow.
I’d miscount the hairs on someone’s head.
Oh Shoot! There goes another sparrow! When did that hapen?
Should this be a Sunrise or a Sunset?
The grass would never ever be greener on the other side…
I’d sleep-in and forget to wake-up one side of the world.
Someone would stop breathing because I was too busy making sure another natural disaster wasn’t as bad as it could be.
An infant would be named incorrectly because I hadn’t nudged her parents to name her a certain name.
There wouldn’t be any “mean” animals eating each other so everything would be overpopulated.
All injuries could be cured with a bandaid and a HUG…provided by someone that likes to give/get Hugs….like their job would be to go around Hugging people. Not it!
Unicorns would still be around.
Everyone who wanted a pony could have one.
People could trade chickens as currency. Poor chickens!
Movie Stars would be required to fund all major causes so no one would ever suffer.
Dinosaurs would still be roaming the earth.
It would be whatever season or temperature people wanted it to be….every day.
Missiles would be loaded with candy….and sugar and other habits wouldn’t cause cavities.
All Road Kill would receive proper burial.
I have no idea where I’m going with all of this…but I’m essentially really, really, REALLY glad I’m not God.
Because…I think I’d be dancing by myself…and I think sometimes I do that more than I care to admit (forget that I’m dancing with God daily…He’s in my heart isn’t He?) I’m that slug of a partner that God keeps dragging around the dance floor…not listening, and not even really attempting to dance if I’m really honest about it….and God just keeps on dancing…and I just keep on fumbling…and I sure do wish it was a bit more graceful…I mean He’s got all the grace I could ever in a million years want/need/ could fathom.
So God…please be God…you have my permission…hee hee.
Please teach me how to listen…better…to your heart beat!
To just rest…be still…enjoy dancing in your arms…I give you permission to sweep me off my feet.
