The word on the table today is, gasp, DANCE!
I was raised in a very conservative home where dancing was frowned on. Probably because my parents had been raised that way, too. And the church culture we were in prohibited it, as well.
I didn't question it much. And over time those prohibitions have loosened up. Those conservative evangelicals started to focus on things that really mattered. Like the shape of our hearts.
The rules have changed over the years. We are free to say 'yes' more. We define ourselves by who we are, by Who we love, and what we love, not by what we won't participate in.
And I love that. I love emphasizing what's good and right and rich and deep about our faith, about our relationship with Christ. I love focusing on all who He is and growing more in love with Him and exploring the ways we can love each other well.
When the Spirit is in full control, He guides us into all truth and teaches us who we should be, what we should say, and what we should do.
Gotta say that I don't have lots of opportunities coming my way to hit the dance floor these days ... but if anyone can get me on my feet, it's my grandchildren.
Thank You, God, for the freedom of movement, the joy of celebration, the lack of pretense they show as they respond to music. They're the ones that get their old Grandma up and moving, enjoying the captivating sounds and rhythms that were so ...
Linda
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