Yesterday I saw one of the cutest moments on the race, Chad (team leader) was dancing with Margaret.
Before dinner Chad goes to play with the Cornerstone kids for about an hour. Some of the team joins him, sometimes they come later. It depends on the day. But Chad is quite faithful in spending time with the kids. They love him and it’s evident. When we enter the orphanage they swarm to him. They all want a hug from Uncle Chad and to be honest sometimes I’m a bit jealous of their complete devotion and love for him.
Yesterday while I was playing catch with the boys, I looked up and saw him dancing with Margaret. Margaret has one of the most contagious laughs, the sweetest thing and probably one of our favorites on the team. So sweet and lovable. He was holding her hands and looked to be attempting a waltz. He would twirl her and her laugh would ring in the courtyard. Too cute for words. They reminded me of a Daddy dancing with his little girl and it brought me back to this deep moment I had with God in Romania…here is my journal entry
During worship today with Lovesick and Jacob I had a moment or two with God. I saw myself as a child dancing with God. I was too little to know the dance steps so instead, I stepped up on Gods’ shoes. I stood on them and he lead me around the dance floor, like a Daddy with his little girl. He took care of me as his child. But then I grew up.
I’m sitting on the side of the dance floor. He comes up to me, extends his hand. He asks me to dance. I don’t know the steps or what the different pressures of his hands mean. I’m clumsy. When he applies pressure with his hand on my back, I don’t know where to go. I’m still learning. We laugh and have fun as he teaches me. He is patient and kind. A gentleman. Perfection. But I know I will have to learn the steps. Learn to be guided, to follow. Learn to TRUST his hand, know when to move and what his reactions are. Then we will begin with a new dance, a new lesson in life…
Jesus is courting me. I have to choose to reach out and grab his hand. I need to die to myself. My insecurities,
my doubts, my desires. There is no competition with my Beloved. I choose to make idols and let that affect my
relationship with him. But I have to choose to die to self and trust in the lessons God wants to teach me.
my doubts, my desires. There is no competition with my Beloved. I choose to make idols and let that affect my
relationship with him. But I have to choose to die to self and trust in the lessons God wants to teach me.
I lost sight of this. Somewhere between Romania and Uganda (month two and five), I stopped going to the ballroom. My Beloved wants me. He is waiting for me and I need to walk back in there and grab his hand.
I hear God, but not as my Beloved. God has so many different facets and I know he wants me to see and understand them. I lost this one. But I’m coming, Beloved. I’m coming home.
