Yesterday the Squad leaders took us team leaders to a beach on an island (only accessible by boat)Â for a miniature leadership retreat, where we spent time growing together and gleaning from each other. All I brought was a pair of shorts, sunscreen, and my hammock. We didn’t have a plan, we just trusted God would lead us; he did.
We found a little beach, and after 5 o’clock we were the only people left, except for a couple of residents. After the sun went down, we all sat on the beach worshiping and listening to the waves roll in. As the moon got brighter, the night sky shown before our eyes, a few stars glistening.
A couple of people got up, their posture leading them along the water’s edge. As I looked out, music playing in the background, all I could see were two dancing silhouettes portrayed against a moon-lit ocean.
As I fell asleep in my hammock between two coconut trees on the beach, I kept replaying that scene of worship, and couldn’t help but ask myself if my heart longs to be a dancing silhouette, or is it content sitting and watching? I believe there are seasons for both postures, but how beautiful is the scene of our souls dancing before God.
