My father, who died in 2017, saved a short story I recognized as my mother’s in his Bible. She gave me his Bible and everything he carried in its case a couple of years ago, I never looked in it until last week. I wanted to share it with you.
My Dance with God
When I first danced with God, I was a young mother. He invited me to join Him in the dance. I was hesitant because I didn’t know His style or rhythm. But we began slowly.
I wondered where I was going because I was dancing backward. God could see where I was going, but I couldn’t. I wasn’t confident. I didn’t fully trust Him. I was waiting for some trick, some “fancy” step, to catch me off guard.
He was patient with me, and I learned His signals.
Now, I close my eyes, rest in His arms, and enjoy the music.
Author, Patricia Moore
Keep dancing, keep learning, rest in His dance, enjoy His music. Love to you all ~ Mia
