getting my groove on

I love to dance. It has been a long time since I've really danced though. Sure I sway with the music - most of the time not even realizing it. The one dance I've really missed is my two step with God. He and I really knew how to cut a rug. Fast songs, slow songs, country songs, jazz, swing - you name it - we were there. I'm not sure when we stopped dancing - but I do know that it wasn't because He stopped asking. Somewhere along the line I got busy, I got 'reserved', I 'matured', I worried too much about what others would think. But my partner came looking for me - He saw me through the crowded room of excuses, worries, and self-doubt and met my eye - and held it. And my stomach dropped - just like it used to. To see Him walk towards me - holding out His hand. Wanting to dance with me! Wanting to spend time swaying to the music -twirling, waltzing. I feel the passion stirring within me - passion that got buried so deep down - being rekindled. For what purpose? I don't care - I just want to keep dancing. Trusting in my partner to lead me around the dance floor with grace, direction and confidence. It feels like home - the one place where I truly feel I can let loose and be me. To get my groove on and know that it doesn't matter who is watching. To dance with My Lord, My Abba Father, - ahhh, there is no place like home.