God took me dancing

God took me dancing

God took me dancing

With song praise in church,
I was ready to hear,
Ready to encounter,
Ready to be near,
As I soaked in God’s essence he grabbed my hand and started to dance.

My hand in his he whirled me under,
Danced me around, spinning, wonder.

My hands and feet where ready to go,
And my body was almost gonna take my man for the show,
With nudges from God, I gripped my mans hand,
Do I make a fool outta me and my man?

I was eased into thinking okay,
My stomach in knots,
As I contemplated the onlooking gaze,
My hand reached out, reaching towards God,
My other hand encompassed by the hand of my man,
I felt myself float dancing with both of those men, my man and my father, all hand in hand.

Dear Lord, may the readers be blessed by your works today. Amen.

Faith.

Faith.

Faith is not stable,
It’s not a stable income,
It’s not a balanced relationship,
Faith isn’t perfect.

Faith is messy, uncertain… And yet always reliable.

Reliable to get us where we need to go,
Even if it’s not where we wanted.

Reliable to always access what we need to thrive, even if it’s not always how we want it,

Faith is not stable like a freshly laid road,
Faith feels unpredictable, even when it’s firm,

It’s us that is the unstable, unreliable,
Us who wobbles, looses faith when riding stony grounds,
Us who detours, set off on another path,
It’s us that gives up the always faithful path.

Faith is firm, the question I’m asking myself, is me?

Am I able to trust the next step in faith,
Knowing it’s unshattering in His amazing grace,
Faith foot forward because he sent his son, for a wretch, thats me