"Momma look at me." as a she twirled around in her fluffy dress and her princess high heeled shoes.
"Hey dad did you see that?" as she swung the bat as hard as she could.
"Maybe, just maybe he will ask me to dance." as she waited at the 8th grade dance for him to ask.
"Are they out there?" as she scanned the audience for a few fans from the high school stage.
A college diploma, a wedding ringed finger, a career, a house, a baby, and another baby, still the same questions, still the same dance, still scanning the audience.
It's the same girl.
There came a moment in her heart when she realized that He saw her, He knew she was out there, and He had been asking her to dance for a very long time.
So she is dancing with Him.
But her heart can still find itself straining to hear, see and notice what others are thinking and saying.
So she asks Him today, turn up the music, please, drown all of the rest out.
The same girl needs to be overtaken by Him.
Him leading this dance.
The same girl needs to know that His love is what she was created for.
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4 comments:
Beautiful, Nichole. To dance with the Lord would be Heavenly.
May God continue to bless you and bring you to the place you want to be and all of us as well.
Oh, to be overtaken by Him, and secure in THAT alone! A process, that sometimes fills as tho it's in slow motion, as the 'noise' drowns Him out. But. He loves us so. He keeps calling. And, the more I truly know Him, the more I relish the time spent together! It's the experience and enjoyment of seeing His glory everywhere!
Love your post, Nichole! Hugs, Lori
Yes, Lord! I'm the same girl!
"So she asks Him today, turn up the music, please, drown all of the rest out."
I love that. That is my heart's plea, as well.
Hugs,
K
P.S. He so loves dancing with you.
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