Dance, Shulamite, dance!
I can’t express in words how empty, barren, cold, and dark my life was. Even attending church didn’t satisfy me. I was dancing with religion but now I dance with the King.
It was so hard to dance with religion. So cold, distant, and foreign. It was difficult to get the steps right and so I would constantly trod on toes, mainly His toes, but I wouldn’t notice because I was so intent on making sure I was following the step pattern drawn on the dance floor. It was a frustrating, empty thing.
But, in the arms of the King, it’s different. He leads so effortlessly, so smoothly. He twirls me around the dance floor, telling me the steps, and soon enough, I wasn’t looking at the floor anymore for guidance. I was looking into His eyes and listening to His tender voice as He instructed me.
The foot troddings lessen every day that I dance in His arms. When I step on His foot, my apologies are immediately accepted and no irritation fills His eyes. I know this because I keep my gaze locked on His. The light of His countenance lightens my darkness. We dance to music He created solely for us, for our dance with each other, and no one else has the same song as Him and I share.
There is a feast, as well, and He leads me to the table often, seats me beside Him, His banner of love above me, so protective, so beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off of Him and He keeps His eyes on me. After feasting so elaborately, He takes me in His arms again and we dance, spinning madly, twirling happily.
At night, He holds me in His arms as I sleep, keeping me safe, even in my dreams. It is to His face and voice and fragrance I drift to sleep each night and stir to wakefulness each morning. I wouldn’t want it any other way!
I don’t know where you are with Him. I don’t know if you’re dancing with religion, feeling frustrated and unsatisfied, empty and alone, or if you’re dancing with the King. All I know is that my life has never been the same since the day I truly took His hand in mine and let Him lead me through the forest. That was over two years ago and I have lived a lifetime since then.
Feeling sad, empty, lost, alone? He’s waiting. His arms are wide open. He asks you to come to Him, to leave the barren arms of religion and the cold vacancy of this world and dance the dance of wondrous beauty in His arms. Don’t refuse.
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