*I wrote this on Saturday morning right after I got off stage. it was a super vulnerable, raw moment, and I wanted to share with you.*
Today I danced.
Not like boogie around the living room dancing, like I performed a dance.
In front of 100 people.
Just shy of a decade ago, it would have been nothing for me to dance a solo in front of a crowd.
But today, I dared greatly. I got vulnerable. And danced.
I was able to piece together parts of a dance I used to know in my days with my ballet troupe, and modified with my lack of technique coupled with my black jeans and Toms.
The first few notes sprung across the speaker, and onto the stage I walked. Now when I say stage, I mean the front part of an outdoor pavilion we have set up for a Christmas Celebration in a small Thai village.
As I rounded my corner to face the audience, I couldn’t bring myself to look at them. I couldn’t engage. I was absolutely terrified. I started questioning everything, and I scrambled for the steps.
They came. I danced. I focused on the message. “What Child is This?” I just wanted them to know Who was giving me this courage to share His story.
As the dance went on, I felt myself grow stronger. I wanted to be vulnerable. I wanted to engage.
The song ended, after I forgot the last chorus(but no one but me knows that) and my team joined me onstage to sing. My hair had fallen out, I was completely out of breath, but somehow I joined in to share Joy To The World.
I stepped out of my comfort zone and back into another one today. I was vulnerable. Now on the side of the stage I just danced on, I want to curl up. But I’m gonna fight it.
I’m gonna keep daring greatly.
* We still have $3,314 left to raise by the end of the month to stay on the field! Please prayerfully consider donating to help keep us on the mission field!*
