To enjoy dancing, you must study the steps, practice the steps, add some finesse to your swing and sway, and dance to the beat of a different drummer each time you step onto the floor.
1-2-3-4. OK, I've studied and know in my mind what that dance looks like. There are those footsteps on the floor. All I have to do is place my foot in number 1, go to number 2, next in number 3, and onto number 4. OK.....here I go. 1, 2, where is number 3? Oh there it is. Now to number 4.
Well, that wasn't so bad. Let's try again. Ok.....1.....where did number 2 go? Oh, yeah....next is number 3.....and onto number 4. OK.....I think I've got it. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4. WHEW! Great!!! Now let's dance.
Next, now that we have 1-2-3-4, let's remove the paper footsteps and try it. I've got it. OK.....1, 2,
oh, no....how did number 3 go? Oh, I think it was here......and then number 4. Over and over and over again.........that's the way it works, not to mention the bending and stretching, finding the right shoes for the type of floor I will be dancing upon. Oh, what to wear is the next question!!!! Hmmm.
And, they call dancing fun????
That's what it sounds like to dance if we think it through just a little while. Remember when you learned the box step -- probably somewhere in 5th or 6th grade in school. For me, I learned to dance on the dance floor with my daddy when I was 3 years old. Dad and Mom square-danced the old hoedown style, but in between squares, there would be a time of round-dancing. Usually a faster style of dance, and then a slow dance. My dad would come over to where I was playing and ask me to dance. We would walk out onto the dance floor, and I would stand on the top of his shoes 'cause I didn't know how to dance the right steps, so we would "dance" the slow dance with me standing on his shoes and him holding my hands. Those songs were soooo long, it seemed, even though most of the songs would last no more than three minutes. (To a three-year-old, three minutes can seem like forever.) When the song was over, Dad would walk me back to where I was playing, give me a hug, and thank me for dancing with him. What a gentleman!!!
That's how I learned to dance.
I dated and married a gentleman. The first night he asked me to a dance in his college dorm. We only danced to the slow songs, but we seemed to manage the moves pretty well. I didn't step on his toes. But since we had just met, there had not been any time to practice. We dated, attended a few dances, and later married. We danced!
Dancing isn't for the faint-hearted. It takes flexibility, maneuverability, and cooperation. So did our marriage. Everyday we learned something new about one another. Everyday we learned more that we didn't know about our jobs, our new city, and making new friends. Everyday, the Lord granted us mercy and lots of grace as we stumbled through our 40 years together. We were molded and shaped and eager to serve the Lord. You see, as soon as we got comfortable in our marriage, he placed new footsteps on our path. He gave us two beautiful children, and we learned a completely new dance, more flexibility, and ever so much cooperation as we began and worked through the parenting process. What an exciting adventure! You can't grow faint-hearted as you watch your children grow, try to meet one another's needs, and find a balance between career, child-rearing and romance. We could never have managed all of that....plus our moves back and forth across the country.....without the Lord providing our strength.
Just when we thought we were setled, the children grew, they learned to dance, and off they went on their own. That brought about a new set of dance steps as we faced "empty nest." As a couple, we rejoiced in their independence as we combined missing their presence. We grew as we discovered our new interests and tried to find balance with career, ministry and more moves. As we maneuvered through that time, we learned new dance steps and eagerly watched the Lord provide new growth and opportunities for ministry that seemed to pop up quite regularly. There was no time to grow weary. We were on an adventure and we danced!
To you as a couple,
What is your dance resembling? Are you both fighting for the lead? Are you grow weary with each new step? Are you dancing in synchronization? Are you learning new steps with vim and vigor? Are you dancing before the Lord? The Word says in Isaiah 40:29 (ESV):
"He gives power to the faint, and to him who has no might he increases strength."