News-flash: I. Can't. Dance.
I'm not blessed with rhythm, coordination, or a go-to move. In fact, it's been said that I have two left feet. However, Jesus sure does enjoy watching me move to the music His love plays.
When trying to come up with the words to describe the elation I felt due to the past week at training camp, it didn't take me long to realize how impossible that task would be. After all, how am I'm supposed capture a life-altering experience in a few short paragraphs? Truth is, I don't…
Instead of writing it, I live it.
I live it today. I live it tomorrow. I live it the next year of my life all over Africa and Asia.
I sacrifice all the wonderful and beautiful things in my life so that the foundation I have in Christ can become more solidified and the plans that He's set in front of me can become most glorified.
Until this past week, I had that all wrong. Instead of allowing the Holy Spirit to fill my cup, I went glass half-empty. I kept the Spirit in a shoe-box stored near the top of my closet next to my old baseball cards. Instead of letting the Spirit radically transform my life, I was running in the opposite direction because I couldn't grasp the immensity or trueness of everything it can bring.
Now I see just how much power is in the name of Jesus.
And with that power comes joy. There comes eagerness. There comes empowerment. There comes sanctification. There comes an acceptance that nothing short of being full of Christ's love will satisfy me. There comes a willingness to lay down my own desires to make room for His. There comes a realization that my past sin, struggles, and circumstances will not define who I am. It's letting go of all the control in my life and jumping straight into the deep end knowing the Father's hands will be there to catch me. It's having expectations without an agenda. It's seeing a new side of God and praying in tongues. It's believing that I'm spoken for. It's being free.
So what's the next dance move I make?
I haven't a clue. All I know is that I want more of the God who is never giving up on me. The One who can set a fire in my soul that I can't contain. The One who can break the chains and give me the freedom I've needed for so long. The One who is constantly for me and won't forsake me in my weakness. The One who asks that I simply get out on the dance floor with Him when the music starts and Wobble for all to see. Two left feet and all…
(Photo Cred: the talented MK Hill)
