Following isn't easy.
In the past when I have taken dance class or tried to ballroom dance with someone I always try to take the lead into my own hands. And if you know anything about partner dancing it is the Man's job to lead. He uses slight arm gestures and discrete hand turns to move the female around the dancefloor.
As I was Salsa dancing the other night with Tio My (an "uncle" from the church) I realized just how hard of I time I had and have with allowing someone else to guide my life and my actions. I had started to catch on fairly well to the dance, and then Tio My stopped in the middle of the song and said, "Tu piensas mucho. No Piensas! Baila!" (You think too much. Don't think, dance.)
Don't think? So I tried it. I allowed my hands and arms to relax, I let myself feel the music. It was then that I noticed the slight turns of the wrist and arm that were intended for me to feel to know which way I was going to be sent next.
This is where I'm at, learning to wait for God to send me in his directions and not my own. It's easier just to give him my hand and wait for his moves rather than to fight against the rhythm of his love for me.
June 29, 2011
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