Two Steps Right

A little change in perspective is so good for the heart sometimes, isn’t it? I am no dancer.  The Nana called me “Grace” growing up and it surely wasn’t because of my ability to be graceful.  Not even remotely.

But life is, I’ve found one great Dance.

I have found myself doing a little dance that I don’t like, lately.  Maybe it’s one you can relate to?

Make a To Do List, dosie-doe;

Work to accomplish it, around I go;

Measure myself by another’s stick

Dip and loop, feel downright sick;

Guilt and Shame weigh down this heart,

Drag myself back ’round to start.

But, lately?

Lately, I feel my Dance Instructor teaching me some new dance steps. Steps that require less of my effort and more dependence upon Him. Moves that don’t involve me watching “the rest of the class” to see what they are doing and follow suit.  No. He wants me to move the two steps right that will be best for the dance He’s created for me, only.

He started planting these moves in my heart some time ago – around the time that He reminded me that I am never going to be enough – without Him.  That I am never able – without Him.  That I am never alone; or – without Him. He’s been modeling these steps in His Instruction Manual for thousands of years. But, at the time that I first read them, I wasn’t concerned enough about what He said to do.  I was looking more towards my fellow dancers.

Not now.


Now, I am looking at my Teacher and I am eagerly awaiting the next dance moves that He meant for me.  You see, I have found that my heart is filled with a new confidence in His ability to direct my moves and steps.  They are so much more graceful – with Him.  They are far more powerful – with Him.  They are accomplished far more easily – with Him leading.

I know, now, that my Dance Instructor loves me with an everlasting love.  I know that His mercies are new every morning that this clumsy dancer needs a fresh start.  I am sure, now, that if I fall, He will be there to help me up.

And that dance that I spoke of before?  It is a thing of the past.  As my heart continues to gain confidence in my Dance Instructor’s love for me, I trust Him and dance with abandon.

For Him.

With Him.

In Him.

And, although I may never be called “graceful”, I will be called Loved.  Redeemed.  Worthy.

Yes indeedy.

And I can dance to that!

How about you?  Do you find your heart racing for all of the wrong reasons lately?  May I encourage you to sit, rest, and look to The Master Dance Instructor again?  He longs to direct your steps and make them straight. Oh, how He does!

Today, I am linking up again with the community over at Proverbs 31 Ministries’ Online Bible Study.  Weekly, we meet together to discuss “A Confident Heart” by Renee Swope.  Click the button below to see what other heart confidence is growing as we study together.


Duct Tape and Margaritas

That’s all you need folks.  Truly. If, that is, you want to take a Hip Hop class with your girlfriends. A class in which you learn to do some massively cool Krumping and such.  I suggest having a margarita before the dancing lesson (it makes you more limber, you know?).  I also suggest applying duct tape to necessary body parts before dancing. For some, this necessity is of utmost importance. If, that is, you don’t want your “girls” to be hovering near your knees when finished.  However, the duct tape can also be used over the mouth of the friend that is guffawing so hard AT your meager Krumping attempts that she wets herself.  Not that that would happen. But, you know, just in case.

And how did I come to find this out?  At a 5-year-old’s birthday party.  Yup.  I’ve got the sore back to prove it.  The adults were “invited” to join in as some dude named “Mr. Chris” sang hip hop and krump-y versions of songs like “Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes”.   And a Very Jerseylicious (I do believe it said that right across that back of her pants?) Dance Instructor showed us how to do things like “Chest Pops”.  And by “us”, I mean the adults.  The 4 and 5 year old set already had that down. Not. Even. Kidding.

Now, I’ve got no “game” in the dance department.  My moves are about as vanilla and un-coordinated as possible.  It’s sad but true.  However, I do love me a good laugh. Plus, it’s a bonus to have so many friends around you that if you throw your back out, you’ll have help getting back out to the car.  So, I jumped right in and busted a couple of moves.  Because, if nothing else, it provided an awesome laugh or ten.  Yes indeedy!  Sometimes, duct tape and margaritas, however, should be required.