I went with my husband to watch his other band play. He is filling in on guitar with our old band when they need him. And instead of sitting all night enjoying the songs, I danced. I danced alone every fast dance and sat down for the slow ones because that is weird. Lol But I had a ball. I appreciated the music by participating in it. No watching here. Life requires dancing. I had so much fun! And here is the advice. Get out there and dance. You will feel amazing. And my husband enjoyed my dancing a lot more than just my clapping after every song, which I did anyway. Cheer on your spouse. Participate with your spouse. Take the energy to make it memorable for them and enjoyable for you both. So worth it!❤
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.
Attached to every thought and every emotion, there is a corresponding pulse, a rhythm of the heart which quickens or slows, races or crawls through life on its journey. The rhythm sways with the current of love, sometimes swaying in the wind in a carefree moment or rushing through the sky in pounding sweeps. But rhythm drives us, passion drives us. If done right, the passion merges with the rhythm and love is given flight and accessibility. Love always finds expression in the rhythm. And the rhythm is always seeking the fulfillment of love. It drives, it quenches, it plays its game, it rests only when the untame meets its natural order to complete the dance. The love dance is the key and the mode will always best be expressed in the rhythm. Not in the lyrics, for words are often deceptive. Not in the melody, for you can dance without the melody. Not in the accompaniment for the same reason. But the culmination of the dance love will be born into must have the rhythm, they must meet. They must merge into one expression. They will.