And the lord said to the bondman, Go out into the ways and fences and compel to come in, that my house may be filled. Luke 14:23 The Darby Translation
Thursday, June 10, 2010
What a Dance!
The spiral staircase almost seemed to beckon me as I was about to walk past it. One step, two steps my pace is hurried not knowing why. Soon I was about to come to an unbelievable new knowledge. Fifth step, a voice that seemed to be outside me whispered my name. In my office at the top of the stairs the praise music is softly playing. As I finished my climb, the music now seems like a backdrop. The voice so gentle and calming continued "come dance with me." That voice I’ve heard it before on several occasions but never as gentle as this. Not a person to be seen, yet I feel my hands being taken in His. As we sway to the music, I can now see my feet on top of his scarred ones and the white of his robe is touching my wrist. The love of my father is more real than I could ever imagine but a love I will forever remember!
Perhaps, I should go back some years. So often I have heard girls speak of learning to dance on the feet of their fathers. That would never have happened in our home. As I grew up I was always envious of my friends that had a healthy relationship with their fathers. This post isn’t meant to be about my childhood woes. I simply state these facts so to better explain the miracle of my dance with my heavenly father. I was raised in church but home was not like what I heard the preacher and teachers say a family was to be. So when I was old enough to make my own decisions I put God on a proverbial shelve and crossed over to the other side. Over time the bridges just seemed too long and untrusting to get me back to the right side of life.
Years have passed since that day the Lord whispered “come dance with me”. And just as He has moved me up spiritually, He has sent us to yet another physical place as well. But I will always be thankful for the voice at the top of that spiral staircase calling me to dance. Abba Father and His little girl danced. And what a dance it was!
For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, "Abba, Father." Romans 8:15
Iris at "Grace Alone" is hosting Thankful Thursday this month.
Picture above is my wonderful husband dancing with our granddaughter.
Who am I? I am a princess. For my Father is the King of kings and Lord of lords. This statement is of great importance because I was not always a princess. Once I was simply a lost soul dwelling in a pit. Then one day all things in my life changed. My Father, God reached down and lifted me from the pit giving me new life. In Him, I have found peace, love and hope. This is my greatest role by far for in it I find joy to be all the titles that follow me. Finish reading about me in my pages listed above.