I fell asleep praying last night, and awoke early with this quote heavy on my heart:
“Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.”
We, His children, dance with God, to the rhythms of His grace.
The world observes, but fails to understand.
Unable to hear the music, they simply cannot make sense of what they are seeing.
We know that to follow His steps is the greatest joy imaginable. We marvel at the unmatched beauty of His choreography. We find ourselves captivated by His concerto of mercy.
𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.
The world watches and wonders;
mystified, but also, strangely intrigued.
God invites us to remain on the dance floor, in His arms, in step with Him.
He knows that longing wallflowers
eventually grow discontent on the periphery.
He knows that the moment will come
when they will hear the music for themselves, and make their way to the dance floor.
Emboldened by the music, and aching to experience what they have observed,
they will tap us on the shoulder, and we will gladly step aside.
Then it will be 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 to know what we have come to know:
That the music never ends, that with Him is where we were always meant to be, and that indescribable, unspeakable joy can 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 be found in the embrace of the Lord of the Dance.