The music comes on loudly and we begin. We follow a charismatic and talented instructor leading us through all of the dance moves. The dances are fun and challenging. These dance classes have become a place of therapy for so many.
This is where health journeys begin and self confidence blooms.
Friendships are formed and depression seeps away.
Growth is occurring in the bodies, hearts and minds of my fellow dancers today
Maybe this will be the first time someone will dance without thinking or find freedom to give it all they’ve got.
Maybe they are mastering a dance sequence they have been working on for weeks or learning to not beat themselves up if they don’t.
Maybe they are aiming to jump a little higher or let go of the burdens they carried into the room that day.
Maybe someone is learning to accept the reflection they see in the mirror or dancing away their grief or pain.
Maybe someone is expressing joy with their jumps and finding strength in their bodies they didn’t know was there.
This is a room full of people who have come from different places and all face unique sets of challenges. But for one hour as we are all dancing side by side to the same songs, this room becomes a place of growth and change. Day after day, we give it our all. We work through the tough stuff of life and we come back stronger the next day. This dance class, this room is life. Who are you dancing next to and what are they challenged with today? Let’s be patient with one another and keep dancing into a better tomorrow.
I just found this poem/song from 2006 while going through old journals and I don’t think I’ve ever posted it. Lots and lots of questions in these old journals and it’s encouraging to see how many of those questions have since received answers or just gone away. It’s a lovely reminder that seasons are just that… seasons – they don’t last forever – they change. Harsh winters do turn into beautiful springs. Happy Sunday 💗
A pretty face – torn up heart
Missing pieces – falling apart
Looking for a seamstress
Holding the thread
Where do I begin?
So many blessings
But thoughts so confused
But it will only approach
Like the waves
Calm this sea
Make sense out of me
Put to rest my questions
Lay out Your path before me
I am at the brink of despair
With so many doubts of why I am here
Put an end to this wrestle
Please calm me, wash me
and my fears<<<<
The other day I was approached by (I assume) a homeless man asking for money. I rarely have cash but happened to have some that day so I felt compelled to give him $5. Someone with me made a comment like “ya we know what he’s going to do with that!” And it was said in a not so nice way.
I understand that thinking and I’ve struggled with it myself. But at the end of the day, I don’t know his story and I don’t need to. I’m just called to help others in need, not just with my money but with compassion as well.
The beggar is an opportunity for me
To offer my help to a person in need
Will I glance away pretending not to see
Assume the worst and count him undeserving?
Or will I give simply because he is in need
No judgement or condemnation, no expectation
Just help for a man life has knocked to his knees
Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you.
Journal entry from years past…
The first 10 years of my growing relationship with Christ was spent learning and absorbing. I absorbed everything there was to hear or read about the Bible. I learned lessons, I was fed spiritually, I grew in my faith by seeing prayers answered and I came to trust in God’s love and grace. It was the time when every sermon on the radio filled my heart and head with joy and peace and my sustenance each day was hearing from the Lord. I was blessed. I was blessed with an abundance of answered prayers. I was blessed with marriage and children and church and friends. Sin still caused disturbances from time to time but God’s grace always prevailed. I was forgiven, I was cleansed and I was held in his arms.
The next season began to creep in. This next season didn’t feel quite as pleasant. I became aware of 2 distinct parts of my life. The one and most important part of my life rested in this bubble above my head. This bubble contained everything I had absorbed in the last 10 years. It was filled with biblical truths and godly wisdom. I’d reach in the bubble and grab ideas out to use when appropriate. I’d reach in there to remember God’s grace when it was needed. It was an awesome and useful bubble. But down below, I walked the plain of life in another category. I walked in my emotions. I saw life’s circumstances through my emotions. I acted on them and looked to them for truth and for guidance. The two bubbles, I thought, had always been aligned pretty well, co-existing in harmony until some differences began to appear.
My emotions began to lead me one direction while my Christian knowledge was leading me in another. How could this be? Can I no longer trust my instinct or emotion? “Serve your neighbor” but “I don’t like my neighbor”. “Be patient with your husband” but “he’s wrong!” and the list goes on…and on….and on. My growing awareness of these two spheres of influence brought forth the question “which one do I now follow?” Will I surrender all and follow Him no matter where He leads even if it is against my own desires? Will I allow my faith to become victorious over my feelings?
You are Lord of the heavens and the earth and over this heart and life of mine. I pray that You would wash away the parts of me that still fight You and oppose your leading. I pray I would be surrendered completely to your guidance and your will. Thank You for never giving up on me and always loving me passionately. Thank You for making me your child, forgiven and free. Thank You for having a plan for my life and the means to carry it out. Thank you that your plan is so much better than mine. Strengthen me to choose You every day. Amen
Several years ago I had a dream. In my dream, I was kind of hopping through the treetops and I could see everything going on down below from a higher vantage point. What I saw below was like an obstacle course. It was very very busy and noisy. There were swinging ropes and tunnels and mazes. It was nighttime but bright neon lights were everywhere. It looked exciting and fun but also potentially dangerous. And as I was looking at it all, I wondered how I would ever know which course to take.
Some dreams, and I have a ton, just stick with me and that has been one of them. And often times I can see the parallels between my life and that dream. It is so full of activity and choices. It is full of possibilities, both good and bad. But when I am walking the ground down below and all I can see is the obstacle right in front of me, I lose sight of the bigger picture and have trouble deciding which way to go. So maybe that is when I go to the treetops. Get up higher to see the bigger picture. Get to a place where the noises are quieter, the lights are softer and the perspective is bigger and clearer.
So how do I get to the treetops?
“And in the morning, rising up a great while before day, he went out, and departed into a solitary place, and there prayed.”
“He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.”
Isaiah 55: 9
“For as the heavens are higher than the earth, So are My ways higher than your ways And My thoughts than your thoughts.…”
“Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.”