I love to dance. Ever since I could first walk, everything was a dance, whether I practice pirouettes in grocery store aisles or leap down the school hallways or use the kitchen counter as a ballet barre, it seems that I never stop dancing.
Every time I dance whether for a recital, dance concert, or musical, I always remember to thank God for allowing me to dance. God gives all of us a talent, and whether or not dance was the one destined for me, it is always a pleasure to dance for Our King.
I thank Him for the eyes I have to interact with my companions and my audience. I thank Him for the ears I have to interpret the music and rhythm. I thank Him for the mouth and voice I have to sing the show-stopping lyrics to my favorite musicals. I thank Him for the able body I have to express and emote the human condition through this art.
Most of all, I thank Him for my heart, my heart that loves to dance with every fiber of my being.
I performed in my first college dance concert shortly after my grandmother died. In my grief, I lost some of that joy that I had when I danced. I prayed about it night after night, hoping that I could gain my spark back in time for the concert. God and I had a deep conversation, and He led me to a Bible verse I love.
"You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me in gladness." -Psalm 30:11
My grief faded away as I danced on the stage, embracing what I loved to do all for the glory of God. Life can be hard, sometimes I will stumble and fall, but life is a dance, and I won't stop until I've taken my final bow.
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