A friend asked me yesterday: “Lina, do you dance?”
The answer is no.
I can’t dance worth a lick. And I’m not being humble.
I grew up baptist. We didn’t dance at church dinners. We ate casseroles and homemade apple pie. And I’m sorry for it.
In 2 Samuel 6:14 it says: “And David danced before the Lord with all his might.”
I find that I spend a lot more time talking than dancing. I spend a lot more time complaining than dancing. I spend a lot more time worrying than dancing.
Is it because I can’t dance? Or is it because I won’t learn to dance?
David danced with all his might. I want to dance too. I want to forget all about myself for a little while and dance. I want to lift my hands in the air and become undignified for God.
No matter what others think.
David’s wife didn’t get it. She sneered. She laughed. She ridiculed.
And she was wrong. She didn’t get it. But David did.
He said “I will make myself even more undignified than this.”
All for God. With all His might.
Because His heart was overflowing.
David understood forgiveness. He saw God’s love. He knew exactly what he deserved and what God gave instead.
So he danced.
He understood that God was honored in his dancing.
He understood that God was worshiped in his dancing.
He understood that God was pleased with his dancing.
No matter how well he danced.
God doesn’t care how well I dance. He just wants to see me dance. It’s not about knowing the steps. It’s about forgetting myself and focusing on Him.
His goodness.
His love.
His mercy.
His grace.
He has done great things.
That’s why I want to dance.
With all of my might.
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