Meet Cheryl.
This was at our church’s Women’s 3 day Conference last week.
Contrary to most’s norm, I typically enjoy attending events such as these alone.
There is something about doing so that *feels* like I can enjoy a deeper connection with my Redeemer.
But I met this lovely lady while waiting in a very long line of women all hoping to get good seats in the convention center.
After chatting a bit, we figured we’d sit together since she too had come alone.
As we were funneling in through the doors, she asked,
“Are you a dancer?”
I smiled.
Figuring she was referring to the movement of my hands during worship, “Yes”, I said.
We were settling into our seats with a pretty good view when the praise music started, and she asked me,
“Do you want to go down to the front?”
I’d never done that before (I usually just subtly sing in my own bubble from my area) but there was something inevitable about her child like attitude that made it difficult to say no to.
Coming from a very religious and legalistic background, my humanity tends to chime in every now and then, keeping me from praising how my heart longs to.
“Okay.” I said and we headed down.
I know God is omnipresent but there was something about the desire of wanting to be up close to the worship music that paralleled an eagerness for a closeness with Him.
In spite of what my cynicism was whispering.
While down there, I saw a woman old enough to be my mother jump up and down, arms raised high, dancing and singing to the Lord who saved her without a care in the world.
I wonder in my heart, “Is this what King David, the man after God’s own heart, worshipped Him like?
When he ‘danced before the Lord with all his might’?”
(2 Sam. 6:14)
How often do we allow the fear of man or our judgmental nature or our pride impede us from engaging with Him freely?
With company or not,
Hymnals or drum kits,
In a sanctuary or in a prayer closet,
Are we giving Him our best?
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