Ah, a sigh of relief as I am released into a new level of dancing! If you’ve been following along my blogs you know that I LOVE dancing. It has been one of the most visceral, passionate ways I can worship my God. However, until Morogoro I had not come before his throne with dancing much, if at all, while on the race. So, there was a break thru there as God revealed his desire for me to dance before him.
Despite that realization I let fear of what people might think hinder me from fully expressing my love for my King through movement. I felt stifled and restricted. However in India God reminded me that I was actually the one holding the pillow over my face. As I gathered with Crux and Remnant on the hostel rooftop I loosened the reigns on myself and danced before the Lord despite people being there as well. Despite the fact that people could in fact see me. But I danced and the longer I danced the more free my movements became. After a few moments I forgot about the other people all together. It wasn’t until one of the girls told me she loved to see me dancing before the Lord that I remembered that they did in fact see me.
So, I grew. I started walking in worship before the Lord unashamed and undignified. I began to feel free again. Then we met with the whole squad for debrief in Kiev. I let all the fear and reservations creep in again. Fortunately my obedience won over my pride and led me into dancing, worshipping once again. I closed my eyes and let my feet go. Before I knew it I was dancing in the middle of the room…but it didn’t matter. All eyes or no eyes could have been on me and I wouldn’t have known the difference. It really was just me and God.
God doesn’t want a show. He doesn’t want a performance; a song, a dance, a prayer. God is interested in our hearts. God wants our PASSION. Geez, he gave it to us in the first place! So, our worship should sprout from the places we are most passionate.
The key to our freedom in worship is in our own hand. All we have to do is LET GO!
