the more i dance, the more i realize how different i would be without it. there is so much i can only say through movement. there is so much i am no good at talking about, there is so much i am no good writing about, there is so much it's no good crying about. sometimes it only makes sense to dance. this is the outlet the Lord has created for me to speak.
there are so many days i have no words. dancing is the only thing that feels right, that can be an adequate response to what God has done in my life.
over the summer, the day i asked how to use the sound system in the chapel changed the way i could interact with the Lord. everything that was upsetting, everything that was difficult, everything that was encouraging, everything that was awful and wonderful and true could be danced. i couldn't explain it, i couldn't do anything with it but take my body, my silly little frame that the Lord has made into an offering, and move.
for some, moving seems like running. for me, it's one of the only ways i have of grappling with life, death, hope, and God. of actually facing them. it is like nothing else i know when it comes to meeting the Lord. praying, singing, reading the Word: all incredible, all things i love to do, all things that the Lord loves. but dancing. oh my goodness. moving in the Lord's presence is like being tiny and seen at the same time, being so small yet so loved. dancing. the only times i feel worthy of praising such a huge and wonderful Savior. oh my goodness. dancing. you may have no idea. but dancing.
the Lord's revolution has dancing.
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ha! awesome.
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