This life is a dance that I’m still learning. It’s a balance, a learning curve, a work in progress. My feet stumbling over one another, frustrated because I know I’m coordinated and should be able to figure it out.
I make mistaktes, believe dumb things, forget truths in life that I should know, that I’ve learned and been reminded of time and time again, and then I step on my own toe.
Sometimes I forget that I have a partner in this dance at all.
In the moment that I forget that my partner is dancing with me it ceases to be a dance worth watching, because I’m too focused on myself to smile, to relax, to dip her and spin her.
I forget that Jesus is stretching out His hand to me every day, inviting me to step on the floor of life and dance with Him.
He smiles when He reaches for me, all the while knowing that I will focus on myself, that I will misstep. He gently and graciously offers Himself to me, for all the world to see, and says that He will make something beautiful out of me if I will just let Him lead.
This life, the balance of time and energy and schedule, the decision to follow Jesus every day, is a dance. One that we will continually be learning and stumbling over, practicing and getting the hang of. It’s emotional. It tugs at our hearts. It frustrates and releases joy. It’s a dance, and all the best dances do that to those who choose to engage.
You and I don’t have to be worried, though. We have the Great Dancer, the Creator of the dance, who is fully engaged and who did life perfectly, to lead us.