Dance, dance.

There is a sweet melody embodied in the Good Book. It calls each of us to dance, to move with, to embrace the music. As with all dances, there is room for individuality and expression in every move; each person will dance differently, and some moves may not fit with the music. Some moves are modern, and some are classic; some are fast and some are slow; one method is not necessarily better than another, but each is beautiful in its own way.

A not-so-conventional version of Revelation1:3:

Blessed is the one who sings the lyrics of this prophecy, and blessed are those who hear it and dance to the music, because the time is near.

Each person's life is a dance in its own way. We hear so much music, and we may change our style of dance depending on the time and place... maybe even who we're dancing with. We will develop our dance through our entire lives, but it will never be finished. There will always be room for improvement, further embellishments, more feeling.. more heart. Our dance may be completely off beat. Maybe those watching you dance will describe to you gently the wrongness of your dance. Or maybe those dancing around you will be dancing off beat as well, and you'll be so lost in the confusion of it all, that it will be unnoticeable.

The most gentle and loving music of all is that of Christ. It draws you in, and will penetrate all other sounds, becoming the only one you hear, if you let it.

Let it.

(Thanks, Dr. Lowery!)

With Love,
Lauren