My husband doesn’t dance. So, I don’t dance much.
Let’s be honest, we all celebrate differently – what is torture to my hubby, is gleeful exuberance to my daughter, for instance.
This brings up a recent memory from my daughter’s wedding. The issue of the traditional ‘Father-Daughter Dance’ was brought up and my hubby asked for pardon. Our daughter being the sweetest, kindest one that she is – let my hubby off the hook of tradition, and offered him an alternative. How about he share a special memory – sort of a ‘toast’ to her, instead.
I’m tearing up just thinking of it. My hubby who can’t dance, apparently, can speak. His ‘Dance Alternative Toast’ was one of my favorite moments of the wedding, as he captured us all by his stories of Kristin.
Dancing brings me to the well known Bible story of King David, a man after God’s own heart, who did the opposite of my hubby – he danced – joyously, riotously, in public, because he was overjoyed in the completion of God’s temple.
I love that word – overjoyed – too much – over-the-top joy. I want some of that!
Well, his wife wasn’t happy – she must have been sorta like me – a bit prim and proper – well, she was downright embarrassed. And, worse yet – she let him know it. You know the rest of the story, she lost everything (her marriage, her position, everything) because of that. It’s a good reminder for me.
I need to be willing to dance before the Lord – to let my heart – my wonder and awe of His grace and mercy spill out all over the place.
Unrestrained. Unhindered. Maybe even, publically?
I believe we were made for this – joyful exuberance. Over the top expressions of awe and wonder.
We were designed for worship. We were made to praise.
Let us not hold it back. Let us not quiet those moments when praise bursts forth from our heart. And, for those of us shy ones – let us creatively find ways we can express our praise to the One who is worthy. These expressions of our heart – our wonder – are who we are made to be.
**Ever heard the phrase ‘An apple a day…’ – I’ve tried the practice of ‘A Psalm a day..’. Reading the Psalms helps me express my heartfelt emotions – both the praise and the laments of life. I have a passion for the Psalms and never tire of going to them as a form of prayer. Consider it for a summer excercise, you’ll be blessed.