So there’s something about me you may not know. I love to dance. I’m not that great a dancer, but I love to dance.
Well, I mean, I’m no Elaine from Seinfeld; I can dance better than that. To be fair, I don’t exactly move it and groove it all that well when I come up with my own moves, but I can learn dance steps. Like in country line dancing, a craze from my college years. Or like in folk dancing, something I learned at 4-H camp back home in West Virginia.
Yes, folk dancing. Stop laughing. It’s really fun. And no, it’s not exactly the same as square dancing, though that’s really fun too. I knew a really great folk dance set to Axel F. Uh huh, the theme song to Beverly Hills Cop. You can folk dance to lots of different kinds of music.
I thought I may have forgotten it, but I tried it today and was pleased that I do remember. Of course, my 9 year old daughter thought I had lost my mind and would prefer that I not dance on our front porch ever again. Anyway . . .
I love to dance. I think my favorite dance is the polka. Again, stop laughing. I am being serious.
I learned to polka at State 4-H Camp when I was a teenager. I can still remember the fun and exhileration of being swung around and around by a very cute guy named Chad (who I would later learn would probably have preferred polka-ing with my brother, but that’s beside the point). Chad, Dave, even Sharkey — they all knew how to lead when dancing the polka. I didn’t really have to do much at all, just hold on and follow them. At some points, my feet barely touched the floor. Oh, it was fun!
As I sat on my front porch today and thought about dancing (before I did the Axel F folk dance around my porch), the Holy Spirit turned a light bulb on in my brain. My life is like dancing the polka with God as my partner. I don’t have to do much at all, just hold on and follow Him. Sometimes, my feet may barely touch the floor. Sometimes my breath will be taken away and I’ll toss my head back and laugh with sheer joy. Other times, my Partner may be dancing faster than I’m comfortable with and I’ll barely be able to hang onto Him. That’s when He will hold tightly to me and we’ll keep dancing with Him fully in control. I can trust my Partner. He knows how to lead.
I love to dance. Especially when I don’t have to make up the steps; all I have to do is follow the steps my Partner teaches me.
Hmmm. I wonder if I have any polka music on my iPod.