The dance

In this attempt to live a life pleasing to the Lord, I have come to realize, it is as pleasing as I allow my relationship with Him to be. 

That word-relationship, dances around in my head, making its appearance so enticing, yet I am unable to pattern my own body to dance as it does. 

It exudes such beauty as it moves with grace around the dance floor of my heart. I beg my body to begin to move as it does, in hopes it will become one with the dancer Himself.

I feel the hand that reaches out and grabs mine, as though it is saying, “Come and dance with me, but let me lead.” As my body turns itself around I pray it will fit perfectly within the frame of His.

As He begins to move I begin to follow. My eyes turn to His and I…am frozen. Yet He is still leading me across the dance floor.

I don’t want to look away I don’t even want to blink. His eyes, how do I begin to explain the power and love in those eyes?

I can’t explain it. His hold is firm and His eyes are on mine, and I feel it begin-this relationship I watched from afar dancing around on the dance floor of my heart.

Jesus…