The Dance

Ayla had her first dance recital on Sunday.  She was absolutely adorable.  However after practicing all year long perfectly in class, I think she got a little bit of stage fright under the big top auditorium.  She kept glancing over to stage right where Miss Megan must have been doing the motions.

As I was watching her watch her teacher I realized a couple of things about my darling girl.   The first thing is that she is a rule follower.  And I do believe she takes after her mama in that way.  Just like Kelly Clarkson I never strayed too far from the sidewalk, LITERALLY!  My mom told me to always ride my bike on the sidewalk and by golly I did.  I was scared to death to ride in the street next to the cars and trucks that could take me out in a second flat.

I also figured out that my little girl just may not be cut out for Broadway.  Which is quite disappointing to me because I really had her pinned as a diva in the making.  But unfortunately, her stage presence is quite lacking but some of that may be due to the fact that she forgot most of her moves because of her nervousness.

As her tutu twirled under the spotlight, I almost felt as if I were up on stage right with her worrying over pointing the proper toes and twisting the right way.   And how often am I like her in my own life?  How many times have all eyes been on me watching intently to see if I will mess up the dance?  The pressure of a dark audience and all of their opinions of the production can sometimes be too much.  And unfortunately my eyes aren't fixed on my teacher like they need to be.  But instead they are gazing out into the darkened audience looking to please the crowd instead of the instructor and creator of the dance who is right there on the sidelines going through the motions and showing me the way.

Isn't that what Jesus did when He came here to live on this earth?  Didn't he choreograph the dance and show us the motions?  Why do I constantly look to the crowd who is literally sitting in the dark  for approval instead of the one in charge?

Why do I repeatedly forget that I am dancing for an audience of one?  One God, three persons....

HE is the only one I should ever aim to please.

And how amazing is it that He...God almighty... who made himself flesh...?

"And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth" (John 1:14)

He has set the example...


"...full of grace and truth"


 And He is right there next to me directing this dance of my life...

May I dance mightily...

And let it be filled with grace and truth honoring only HIM!

"And David danced before the Lord with all of his might..." (2 Samuel 6:14)