I’d like to let you in on a little secret. It’s a bit of a tradition although it happens spontaneously. Last night was one of those beautifully divine moments.
Lately, plenty of projects have been keeping me busy as I stay with my parents in Pennsylvania. I’ve moved all my belongings in to store, I’ve been practicing packing my backpack, I’ve been transferring notes to my World Race Bible. I am nowhere near idle. However, with this change of pace there have been certain frustrations really creeping into my heart. I didn’t expect them and at first, shoved them to a corner. “There’s a time for that, but it isn’t now.” This was the kind of thought process I had towards my rising frustrations.
The poor box that was containing all these thoughts was filled to the brim to the point that it finally tore and the frustrations flooded my mind. I realized that as much as I wanted to ignore it, even more importantly I needed to pray through it. So to my knees I went. Well, metaphorically I went to my knees, but in reality I was sitting on my back porch: a favorite place to pray.
I took all the rivers of irritations and poured them out to God. I specifically asked the Lord to help me not forget. I can’t forget who He is. I can’t forget all He’s done. I need the Spirit to help me not forget. Because through it all, I have forgotten… And when I forget to turn to God, my world tumbles into frustrations such as the ones that where beginning to overwhelm me. It was after this time of much needed pouring out to God that God asked me to dance. There is something extremely charming about a guy asking you to dance with him. I’ve been flattered when I go swing dancing to have such sweet guys ask for a dance, but nothing compares to when God asks me for the honor of a dance.
It’s happened before and every time it is quite special. I snuck back into my home at 1:00am and quickly grabbed my iPod. I knew exactly the song we needed to dance to. It’s one of our favorites.
I walked to the middle of the room and curtsied. I could feel a familiar response from Jesus as He bowed. Then, we danced. I’m sure it sounds strange to many, even many Christians. However, after dancing with Jesus I couldn’t help but have the desire to share my joy with you.
Perhaps you don’t enjoy dancing but the amazing thing is it doesn’t need to be a dance! Have you ever cooked a meal with Jesus? What about sports? Have you ever gone out and shot hoops with Jesus? It’s so wonderful to share in those moments with Him. My hope is that you will be willing to experience Him in that way as well. After all, He loves you and dancing with someone who’s in love with you, well, it’s really beyond description.
