Dancing has always been a part of my life. From ballet, to gymnastics, to making up Paula Abdul dance routines, to learning to two-step around the house with my dad, dancing has always been in me and a part of me.
God gave my soul a special gift when we he gave me a husband who can dance.
One of my fondest early memories with Jay (when we were just friends) was dancing with him when a group of mutual friends went to the Broken Spoke in college. The Broken Spoke is an Austin institution, one the last remaining true Honky Tonks, a place like none other in the world. Country music legends have graced the stage at the Spoke and you feel like you’ve entered a different reality when you step onto the dance floor.
One of Jay’s surprise talents is that he can ballroom and country dance really well, thanks to some elective ballroom dance classes he took in college. I have rhythm and natural dancing ability, but not so much of the ballroom variety. But Jay can lead me well. If I trust him in that moment on the dance floor and allow him to lead, it’s pretty incredible what we can come up with. This is what we did that night at the Broken Spoke, on other occasions after, and ultimately, when we waltzed at our wedding reception.
So where am I going with this?
Two years ago, we found ourselves in a season in which we were seeking wisdom and direction for some big life decisions. As I was reading and journaling about what obedience to the Lord really looks like, I came across this verse:
“But if anyone obeys his word, God’s love is made complete in him. This is how we know we are in him: Whoever claims to live in him must walk as Jesus did.” 1 John 2:5-6
As I pondered the idea of trusting God completely, and this beautiful intertwining of love and obedience, the Lord gave me a visual that resonated deep with my soul… dancing.