When I was 16, I ask God to dance. I had floated around the ball room a few times and realized I wasn't near ready to dance with any of the guys their.. They either were far more experienced than me or not experienced enough. I ask God to teach me, to guide me, and to prepare me for the right dance partner... and He did.. He glided smoothly across the dance floor, leading me... He taught me how to waltz with patience, to swing dance with Faith, to two step with Joy, and to have love and grace in it all... He taught me how to follow, and He also showed me when it was ok to lead. He forced me to trust Him, and have faith that He wouldn't drop me... He gave me strength and held me up, when I began to lose balance... He reminded me to smile and have fun, while at the same time holding my structure and frame- my standards. He helped me understand moves I never thought I would be able to do, and He showed me how to Love something that I once found repulsive (dancing in itself).....
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