Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dance. Show all posts

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Join the Dance




Arms in mid flight
Body twirling in delight
My little Sophie spins

In every picture of her I see it -Hands never all the way down.
My little butterfly- always ready to take off and fly.
Carefree- Happy

Where does the dance go?  As we get older why does the twirling stop?

As dearly loved children, we start out life knowing that we are accepted and loved just the way we are- knowing that our parents will take care of us– that all of our needs would be met. 

But then we grow up.  We get schooled.   We become wise.   We can do things ourselves.  The cares of life take up residence, make our hands hang low and the dance slows or stops altogether.

Jesus said, “Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.” Matt. 18:3

We need to be free again like a little child, trusting and knowing that our heavenly father dearly loves us and that he will always do what’s best for us.  A small child is dependent on their parents for everything.  We need to depend on our Abba Daddy for everything!  HE is our provider, our protector, our shield, our deliverer, our healer, our savior, our redeemer, and our counselor.  He holds our lives in His hands. He has got everything under control.

Maybe you entered the kingdom of God with childlike faith, but somewhere along the line, you got schooled- became wise- thought that you were big enough to handle things on your own.  I know I sometimes find myself there.  Not truly living in the freedom that is ours.

Christ has set us free to live a free life. Galatians 5:1(MSG) 

I want to live there- totally free- totally trusting- able to dance and fly.



Child like faith
Child like wonder
Mountains to climb
Dragons to slay
Princesses to save
Worlds to conquer
Oh what Freedom
Oh what joy!

Let the dance begin!


For all who are led by the Spirit of God are children of God. For you did not receive a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear, but you have received a spirit of adoption. When we cry, “Abba! Father!”  It is that very Spirit bearing witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs, heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ—if, in fact, we suffer with him so that we may also be glorified with him. Roman 8:14-17





Friday, April 17, 2015

Shake a Leg!

A typical Pittsburgh day has me in a funk.  The gray seems to suck the energy out of me.  Nothing is wrong, just feeling kind of yuck.  Oh how I want to lay down and just take a short nap.  The dog had us up at 5:30 AGAIN but I fight the urge and start dinner.

I have the "Open Sky" CD by IONA playing.  15 years old, but it has been musically inspiring me again.  So I chop the vegetables for our chili and sing along while I gaze out the kitchen window.  Still gray and getting grayer. Even looks like the rain may be coming.  Can't seem to rise above the pushed down feeling.

The next song starts with the uilleann pipes playing a celtic melody and it sounds the way I imagine Ireland looks.  Green and lush.  The tempo picks up and I sway as I continue to chop.  Soon the music is swelling and I have to get rid of the knife in my hands.  I am doing a clog dance in the kitchen - picture Riverdance- straight body and feet flying.  Well not exactly but the heaviness is lifting the more I dance the more my energy is restored.  I look out the window.  There is a break in the clouds and the sun is shining through.   God's little reminder to me.  Praise Him - the joy will follow!

Let them praise his name with dancing
    and make music to him with timbrel and harp. (Psalm 149:3)

Psalm 150

 Praise the Lord.
Praise God in his sanctuary;
    praise him in his mighty heavens.
Praise him for his acts of power;
    praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
    praise him with the harp and lyre,
praise him with timbrel and dancing,
    praise him with the strings and pipe,
 praise him with the clash of cymbals,
    praise him with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord.