I am choreographically challenged. Graceful I am not.
The other day I read a post by Barbie Swihart (My Freshly Brewed Life) which highlighted a beautiful song that I hadn't heard by an artist I really like. It's called We Dance (Steffany Frizzel Gretzinger & Bethel Music). Barbie mentioned that it's highly anointed, and boy, she wasn't kidding.
I love this song because when I first listened to it, I saw myself just spinning around and around (and not getting dizzy, which usually happens if I go in a circle at all...I can't even go on a merry-go-round). Spinning. Laughing. Full of joy. Not a care in the world except being right where I am, with Jesus.
Then I listened to it again (I just had to download it immediately after I heard it!). I thought of how the celebrities (or at least most of them) on Dancing With the Stars go from clutzy and clunky to looking like they've been dancing for years. One of the most memorable performances to me was Kellie Pickler and Derek Hough in Season 16. During the interview after the dance, Kellie said, "This performance tonight was about trust and letting those walls down." Trust. Yes. It's all about trusting your dance partner.
One of my most favorite dances (to watch) is the Viennese Waltz. I love to watch the couples spin and twirl around the dance floor, as if gliding on air. dance.about.com describes it this way:
Dancers exhibit graceful fluency, stamina and timing as they rotate charmingly around the dance floor.
There is nothing graceful, fluent or charming about my dancing.
That is exactly what I see when I hear this song.
Consider these words:
You steady me, slow and sweet
Take the lead and I will follow.
Finally ready now to close my eyes and just believe
That You won't lead me where You don't go
When my faith gets tired and my hope seems lost
You spin me 'round and 'round and remind me of that song-
the one you wrote for me
And we dance...
...And I will lock eyes with the One who ransomed me
The One Who gave me joy for mourning
And I will lock eyes with the One Who has chosen me
The One Who set my feet to dancing...we dance
It's nice to know I'm not alone...I found my home here in Your arms.
(From We Dance by Steffany Frizzel Gretzinger)
What I find most interesting about the Viennese Waltz is that if done "properly," the posture of the dancers is very tight and upright. In fact, they hold their heads away from one another and don't look at each other. That's how I tend to dance. I'm stiff and uncomfortable. I don't really much care for dancing (with a partner). Maybe it's really the intimacy that I'm uncomfortable with.
But when I dance with my Savior, I'm like the woman in the red dress in my painting. I'm graceful. I'm beautiful. Then I close my eyes, and He spins me 'round and 'round, but I don't get dizzy. I only become more focused. And when I open my eyes, His gaze is piercing the depths of my soul. And I lock eyes with the One who ransomed me, the One who has chosen me, the One who thinks I'm beautiful and graceful and charming. I cannot look away.
I never want to look away.
I never want the dance to end.
Blessings on the Dancefloor,
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