“Dance is the hidden language of the soul.” -Martha Graham
To make your season beautiful, become a girl who dances with God.
by Marian Jordan
From the moment he takes her hand the dance begins. The connection is made. Perfect timing. Perfect balance. Perfect rhythm. Step by step the couple swirls across the floor. A vision of fluidity, of poise, of promise. Others watch, barely breathing. He knows her-her pace, her strengths, her weaknesses. He knows when to spin her out and when to pull her toward him. He takes the lead, the strong partner; she is secure in hid arms, free to twirl, to dip, and to sway.
She abandons herself to the security of his arms. Lifting her, holding her, releasing her, steadying her, he balances her as she spins across the dance floor. Lights shimmer across the dancers, sashaying in and out of the shadows. They sparkle, graceful, gliding as if on ice. He leads. She follows. She mirrors every step he makes. She is resplendent, aglow with the rhythm of her dance. Chiffon billows around her, clouds of color, an ethereal blur of beauty, gliding effortlessly as he leads, and she follows surrendered to the cadence he has set.
Leading and responding.
Years ago the Lord gave me this image of a couple waltzing to symbolize how a relationship with him was meant to be experienced-not a religion of rigid rules but a beautiful, fluid dance, one where he leads and I follow. His timing. His steps. His music.