I have alot to say and I am not quite sure how to say it so I will express it the only way I know how, through dance. For a long time I have had this passion for dance and I never used my talent to honor the Lord until he told me it his him that has blessed me with this talent. I have learned to let God guide my movement and it doing so he obtains the Glory he so rightfully deserves. Friends and family told me I am not good enough or thin enough to be a dancer but I am the daughter of the Most High God and I dance before his throne, while every step, leap, and spin obliterates the enemy.
This video is my favorite dance and to me it explaines my lifetime dance with God, who is the ultimate dancer, and the one I give my body, heart, and soul to when I dance alone.
I have so many times been held by God and even fought him and granted God may or may not have an awesome red mohawk but even in the fact that the black clothes represent how Jesus mourns when I mourn is breathtaking. I have felt so emotionally drained this past week and I tried to dance to release my stress but for the first time it didn’t work because I was dancing to be seen by man and not to honor Jeus and his sacrifice.
In watching this dance over and over again I see myself beautifully weak in the arms of God and attemping to cover his eyes to my shame and sin. But in the midst of it when I take that leap of faith and commit myself to the Lord he is always there to catch me mid jump.
I have confessed that I struggle with letting go of my past, mainly because I have believed that the perfect, beautiful lamb of God does not deserve to deal with my ugliness. But I have realized that Jesus does not carry our burden because we choose to give it to him, he carries our burdens because we fight to keep it from him. So many times I hear friends say, “Choose In Rosie”, I didn’t understand until in this dance God showed me that Jesus “Chose In” for me.
I hope this dance gives you all an insight to how I feel when I dance with God and to the ups and downs of this walk. How I began weak in his arms and throughout all the turmoil I end weak in his arms, as the beautiful struggle rages on.
