I’m discovering that God doesn’t conform to our ideas of
what we ought to be. He’s too big for that. He doesn’t teach us just one dance
and then expect us to dance it the rest of our lives. He’s always teaching us
new steps, beautiful, graceful steps. And He’s an expert at leading us,
waltzing with us, mastering the movements we stumble over. He’s never upset,
never delayed, never wondering if we’ll ever get it right. He loves dancing
with us, clasping our hands to His heart when we miss a step, sweeping us into
His arms when we just can’t dance at all.
And His dance isn’t just a rhythm of movement, but colors
swirling, revolving around us, melding, molding, vibrating the love of His
heart. How great our wonderful God is! His graceful hands are moving us in
rhythms of grace, His heartbeat is synchronizing a beautiful orchestra of sound
all around us. Melodies, harmonies, syncopation, heart-pounding drum beats and
warrior’s motions. All the dances blend together into breath-taking, passionate
LIVING.
Unpredictable, powerful, soothing, revitalizing…the dance
colors intertwine, ebbing and flowing, jumping and cavorting in some kind of
grand, crazy type of joyous dance. The flags wave, swirling, skirting, flying,
proclaiming majestic and heartfelt harmony. King of the Universe dancing with
children, sages, menservants and maidservants.
And while we dance, I discover that listening to his voice
means letting go of my expectations, my preconceived ideas. Agendas and plans
simply have to surrender to the fluidity of His hand. He’s making something
beautiful, something achingly like the echoes of heaven, and I feel His glory
transcending skin. Hallelujah!
So while I surrender to the wonder of the dance that is
wonderfully intimate and never the same, I discover that I can’t remain the
same either. I have to be different. Layers of pretense and
trying-to-be-good-enough peel off as the triumph of the music unfolds all
around me. It’s either be swept away or come undone. Both have their way in me.
The Prince of peace having His way inside me.
So who am I? I can’t define myself by a song. They all have
their place in me. I can’t define myself by a color or even a few. They all
take up residence within me and explode in a cacophony of sound and light and majesty.
Radiant harmony. A living kalediscope. That’s what I am when I surrender to the
Father’s hand.
He sweeps me round, lifts my feet off the ground, then
drapes me with the wonder of freedom all over again. His eyes crinkle,
lavishing eternal riches at my feet, keeping me safe in the circle of powerful
arms of everlasting grace. The same story told all over again in a new and
living way. It’s His story and it’s mine. And everything I do rests and abounds
beneath the silver tenderness of love-filled wings.
