I’m getting back into the swing of blogging today by joining up with Five Minute Fridays.
Today’s word is Dance.
Sometimes it’s all about the change in perspective.
I’ve never been a good dancer. I have rhythm in my head. I can feel the beat when I sing, but when it’s time for me to use that beat to make beauty with my feet, I stumble.
I used to be embarrassed. I’d feel the heat in my cheeks as those watching me try would laugh at my awkwardness.
Sometimes I’d practice when no one was watching. I’d believe that I was improving until I once again tried in front of an audience only to receive the same reviews.
Then I decided to just make a joke of my clumsiness. When my college roommates would have a rough day, I would pull out my silliest dances. I’d square dance with stuffed animals to Anne of Greene Gables soundtrack and we would all laugh until we cried.
When I would chaperone high school dances, I’d boogy on the dance floor next to the kids who were bordering inappropriate moves and suddenly they would seem to lose their lustful focus.
I became a mom and had opportunity after opportunity to dance like a maniac with my toddler. The more ridiculous the better when you’re only 2 feet tall and it’s fun to go crazy to music.
I’ve grown comfortable in my calling as a dancer. I will never move someone to tears by twirling my toes, but I can bring a smile on a bad day or make someone comfortable enough to be flawed in my presence. We all have strengths and weaknesses – that’s what makes us humans in need of a perfect God. The question is, will we use even our weakness to bring Him glory?