Ken Gire, in The Divine Embrace, writes about reflecting on where Jesus has taken us on the “dance floor” of our lives. Sometimes the dance goes so fast, the steps so dizzying, that we don’t recognize until much later that there was a pattern to it all.
But there is always a pattern – a reason for each step, a place He is leading.
Why do we so often fail to recognize this? Maybe we, in some ways, fear our own past, the decisions we’ve made – mainly those decision we know led us in the wrong direction. The times we tripped or stumbled on the dance floor – bruised our tailbone and our ego – are not things we want to see on instant replay. We want to forget them. Leave them buried. Move beyond them. Pretend such embarrassing or exposing moments never happened.
But in doing so, we forfeit something.
When I refuse to reflect, I forfeit the memory of the grace He offered at that moment when He held out His hand and lifted me up from where I had fallen. When He sat by my side until I was ready to dance again. When He held me in His arms and wiped away my tears. When He promised, “There is still a symphony. There is still a dance. And I still want to dance with you.”
The moments He takes our trips and stumbles and creates something precious – more so than a perfect dance without a single misstep. He creates grace and beauty. He extends His love.
Such moments we would do well to remember because those are the moments that show us the heart of He who is the Lord of the dance.
Thank you for each moment
With you on the dance floor
I love the rush, the exhilaration
The synchronic steps
Especially when they make sense
And I know where I’m going
But it doesn’t usually happen that way
For that is not the way you dance
So I falter. I stumble. I trip.
And I am afraid
That others will see and know I really have no idea what I’m doing.
Where I’m going.
“I’ll sit this one out.”
But you follow me. Sit with me.
Hold my hand and squeeze it when the music quickens, the beat changes.
As if to say, “Come on, this will be fun.”
Thank you for staying with me
For patiently waiting
And not taking my first “no” as my final answer
Thank you that you know me better
My fear. My timidity.
Yet you know I’ll be happiest
On the dance floor with you
Following your lead
Stepping in time to your rhythm
Even when I falter
Even when I stumble
Having your arms around me
So I never completely fall
Help me not fear to look back, even at the most embarrassing parts of the dance
To remember where you’ve led
THAT you’ve always led
And always stayed with me
I accept your hand
And join you in the dance once more