A Story of Dance (part IV)

For a full song, my new Aussie friend dances over me with her shimmering fabric. I rest and rejoice and heal, delighting in His delight over me. When the song comes to an end and the next starts, I dance again on my knees. Behind me, she follows my lead and we worship together.

I have not danced worship WITH another dancer since the end of [dance team] over four years ago. Somehow, even though we are strangers to each other, without any rehearsal or speech between us, we move in beautiful synchronization. I am leading but, at times, I follow her movements. We dance, not as a person and a shadow with one doing exactly as the other, but as two hands might, moving separately from each other but always in complement.

I'm not really sure whether our dance is a gift from us to Him or from Him to us.

Maybe it is both. . .