Dance with Me

This morning I was talking with God about something I am struggling with. I was telling Him that I just don't have strength to fight, strength to deny myself. And He told me that it isn't the strength I lack, but the trust. Then He showed me this picture.

We are ice skating, and we are in sync, but He wants to lift me. And I don't trust Him enough, so whenever He tries to lift me, we end up falling (because trusting your partner is essential to doing lifts while ice skating or dancing or anything like that). Yes, WE end up falling. My lack of trust not only ends up with me laying on the ice, hurting, but also I hurt Him in the process. But like any good partner, He keeps pulling me back up and soothing me and telling me that I can do it. This morning, though, He told me that I have a decision to make.

Then He gave me another picture. It's like we are dancing, but I keep trying to lead, and I'm pulling my own way. We aren't in sync, and we step on each others toes, and I will probably end up falling on my butt. Once again, He told me that I wasn't trusting Him enough to let Him lead me on this dance through life.

So I have a decision to make about trusting Him.

I drove past a place this morning that had a lot of meaning for me. It was a place where God showed me how faithful He is, and I started crying. I want to trust Him with every single part of me. I want to trust Him with every part of my heart, with every fiber of my being. I want to trust Him with my hopes and my dreams and my fears and my desires. I want to trust Him to satisfy and fulfill me, even when He doesn't. I know what I want to do...but in the words of Paul: "I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate." (Romans 7:15)

So there He stands, my Beloved, holding out His hand, urging me to get back up, asking me to trust Him enough to let Him lead me in the most wonderful dance. He is asking me to dance with Him once again.

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