Mud. I felt is squish through my socks as I dragged my foot through the gravel. Wednesday night was raw in the best way possible. I was under a tent in the dark, worshipping Jesus in the mud. I love mud. It gets everywhere, even all over my dress as the hem dragged behind me. I danced in the mud and gravel with all my might, as praise was roared around me. I have never been happier to throw a pair of torn socks away.
A stage. Saturday morning, I walked into Bethel’s sanctuary to dance for the first time. A five year dream was fulfilled that day. As the dance pastor gathered us for prayer, I felt like I was floating. There were hundreds of flags and silks to choose from. As the dancers entered the stage I felt home. I danced with bare feet and silk with all my might, as dancers whirled around me. I have never been happier to feel the rough calluses on my feet.
There is so much contrast to these two moments, but I felt fulfilled in each. To be able to move in the presence of God is a beautiful thing. My heart can’t stay still, so why should my body?
I have danced in the mud
I have danced on stages
I have danced on carpet
I have danced on marley
I have danced in foreign countries
I have danced in my backyard
I have danced on pointe
I have danced bare foot
I have danced broken hearted
I have danced in elation
I have danced in the early morning
I have danced well into the night
For the rest of my life I will dance, even if my body can’t. To lay my body down for the king is a worthy cause.
From me to you,