God sometimes asks for us to remove ideas, things and sometimes even relationships from our life to make room for new things. I have known and understood that for a while. But the newest realization I had was that God can also ask us to remove ideas and believes about ourselves to make room for Him. To make room for how He views us.
God and I were dancing, like silly goofy dancing. In the middle of the dance floor. Just Him and I. Having fun. He looked younger than I had ever seen Him. He looked like a friend. Like a forever companion.
This image happened right after Him and I had another conversation in a garden where I realized that God trusts me and that I need to trust myself.
I was praying for a fire, for His eyes, for His words, for His will and for His vision and His plans. I was praying for Him. I was praying for more. Making it known to God that I wanted all of these things in His timing and at His pace. That I trusted at which times He chose to entrust me with things and to reveal certain things.
And it hit me.
I realized how fearful I was of fully missing it. Of not catching what God has intended for me.
I was making it known that I was wanting to receive all of these things but inside I was so scared to miss them.
I trusted God to give, that is not my issue. I was scared that I was going to mess things up and not catch what He was sending my way. I was scared that I was letting things slip right out of my hands and letting them pass me right by.
And that’s when God answered. He stopped me right in the middle of that thought and made it very clear that He trusts me. That He trusted me with the things He has given me, the things He is currently giving me and the things He will continue to give me. That He trusted me to “catch them”.
And within that, He told me that I needed to trust myself too. His view of me was loud and clear at that moment as He stripped the old fear, believe and chain that was dragging me down.
He replaced that heavy feeling and fear for a lighter freedom and Hope. And just like that…. we jumped right into the dance floor.
Goofy, sweaty, jumping around and having the time of our life dancing because I trust God and from that place and posture in my heart, I am able to trust myself.
So we danced. Because Jesus and I get to do life together. Because we get to hang out and have conversations and do crazy adventures together. Because He is goofy and intentional all at the same time. And because He loves me.
Here is the thing friends. That Right there is exactly what makes me want to live in a lifestyle of worship. Not just the hands in the air with music all around me worship, but a lifestyle of awe and wonder and promises and protection and obedience and prayer and love and fullness of joy and purpose and caring and sharing and giving.
And I realize that God isn’t calling me to convince people to follow a set of laws or a “in the box” kind of religion. He isn’t calling me to impart my ways onto others or make cookie cutter attempts at conversations. What He is calling me to do is to bring people into our dance floor. He is calling me to pull them in close to the fun, loving and exhilarating relationship that we have.
Papa, thank you for dancing in life with me. For always being there. Not just in my quiet time or in my prayer Lord but for always being in my heart and in my thoughts. For walking with me down the streets and lingering in my thoughts. Thanks for filling me up with your Spirit and for giving me the exact peace, strength or understanding at the precise moment I need it. Thank you for placing so many things I enjoy in front of my path and thanks for delighting in me. Thanks for giving me confidence through your promises and for always showing me your face when I seek it. You make life fun. You make life exciting. You make life a little awkward and goofy. You make life a little scary. You make life bold and energetic. You make life extraordinary. You make life our dance floor.
