When my chil­dren were tod­dlers and a Motown song would play on the radio at home I’d often ask, “May I have this dance?” My son or daugh­ter would accept with a gig­gle and I’d stop my house­work scoop him or her up in my arms and we’d twirl and do dips through­out the house. Actu­ally, I’d do all the danc­ing but their par­tic­i­pa­tion made it joy­ful. All they had to do was say yes. I did the rest. As they got a lit­tle older I’d ask and my son or daugh­ter would run to me and place his or her feet on top of mine. We’d Waltz or Tango to Motown through­out the house.

Last night the Lord brought that mem­ory to mind and I felt as though He was say­ing to me, May I have this dance? It’s tempt­ing to take the lead, but I believe God was remind­ing me He is the one who leads. While my chil­dren or I could have danced to Motown alone the expe­ri­ence was made richer because we did it together. They trusted me not to drop them when they were tod­dlers and not to step on their toes when they were older. How much more is our Heav­enly Father mind­ful of our joy and safety? Yet I some­times take the lead and dance myself right into a wall.

We’re never too big for Abba’s arms. We’re never too big to fol­low in His footsteps.

They send forth their chil­dren as a flock; their lit­tle ones dance about. – Job 21:11

God bless,

–gh