There is a dance we do. We dance around the truth, we dumb it down and skew it a bit to soften it’s harshness. We change it just a tad to decrease guilt. We make it sound just a little better to put a positive spin on a bad decision. We cover it up from those who may shed their truth on it or we think may be judging us. We pussy foot around the harsh edges to seem sweeter. We cajole and distract from this truth if folks get too close. Some of this is for our protection but more is for our ego. We want to do bad things but want to hide that we do bad things from other people, assuming they are not doing bad things or at least the same bad things. We dance. It is a weird, would by ugly dance that does not benefit the dancers. I prefer ugly truth, I prefer to be real. I screw up a lot. I do fun, clean things I love to do. I sometimes do some things I should not do. I ask God’s forgiveness for these and move on trying not to do them again. And I love it when people are real like that. You can work with that. You can work with real. Impossible let to fight someone’s powerful ego entrenched with the denial dance. There is no reason there. There is no reality, just a devised fluff. Until denial is decided against and humbleness is deemed in charge, there is no hope of a cure. But once the music is over and denial is rejected as reality and humbleness is allowed to rule, God can step in allowed cure the person. God will not dance with denial. He will bless humility of spirit though and lead a dance that lasts forever full of love.
Life is like an epic dance. Some days it is slow dance, purposeful and impassioned, close and endearing, alive with excitement at the closeness yet relaxed at the slower pace. Some days it is a waltz, where you still have the closeness to another but you have to be diligent about your footwork to save the toes of your partner, fluid and enthralling yet requiring concentration. Some days are like a square dance, where this GS change and mix up in the confusion of the annoying music distractions, you feel a little dizzy and are not quite sure you remember where you started or why you are putting yourself through this horrible thing. Some days you are in a line dance, doing your own thing alongside others, all very similar but not quite, feeling pretty good when you remember how it goes but prouder still if you do it a little better than the others. Most days it is a mosh pit, people flailing around you, jumping this way and that to horrifying music, being run into at every turn, occasionally holding people up who seem ungrateful that you saved their life, dark, confusing. And a new dance to add is the worship dance, the new dance I have discovered where you celebrate your life and movements alone before God in worship to Him, celebrating the ability to move and be and do ding His strength leads you on and removes everything else. The beauty of dancing alone before the God who made me is a new thrill, a happy place, a peace and joy you have to experience to believe. Dance. Be free. Never let obstacles become ropes that bind you so you can’t dance or enjoy the dance. It is worth the dance. Every time.
The pulse or rhythm of the oceans, the tide in its less romantic term, are dictated by the moon. Something so distant drives the waters to move in or out. The ocean does not decide what it will do that day. The moon decides. The water does not go where it will, it goes where it is told. The water does not work to figure out its day and plan to accomplish its own goals, it waxes and wanes as it is pulled and ordered by the moon. The moon sets its pulse. More importantly, the moon sets the tempo and rhythm for the ocean to be able to dance and where it is free to move. The moon has the power, though far away, seemingly intangible. There is a connection, a long distance relationship between the two. And the moon, with its great power over the vast ocean, is responsible with its power and only plays the role it was commissioned long ago. There is an order to the universe. There is an internal rhythm set for us all because God loves it when we dance. He is the orchestral lead. He orders our steps and the moon’s tempo. And why is this important? Because we move in response to love and that love is served best from God. He has to direct its timing. He has to create the perfect setting for the dance He so wants to watch us dance. He knows best. And His timing is perfect and worth any wait.