When I was a little girl I used to stand on my father’s shoes as he danced me around the house. I was too afraid to move on my own. I felt clumsy. I was afraid I would trip, or step on his toes. Or fall down.
Daddy always made sure that I was safe and secure in his arms. He led me, ever so patiently, as we moved together. He, the teacher, and I the student.
As I grew up, I learned that life is like a dance. It’s learning to bend and sway with the rhythms that come in and out of my life. Some welcomed. Others not so. I can hear the music. Yet, at times, I am afraid to step forward and start the dance. What if I miss it? What if I am off beat? What if I trip and fall? What if I get laughed at?
I am much too big now to stand on my daddy’s shoes. He can no longer lead me through this dance of life. But, my Daddy in heaven, He can lead me. He gently takes me by the hand and says, “Come now, let us dance together”. He moves, so gracefully, so freely. And I am quick to follow His lead. For I know that He will keep me close. And my Daddy in heaven, He delights in me. He dances over me with joy!
Linking up with Lisa-Jo for the Five Minute Friday.