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Friday, September 7, 2012


Happy day, it’s Five Minute Friday!
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking (it’s way harder than it sounds)
2. Link back 
here and invite others to join in.
3. Visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments.
Can you do it, do you dare? Come on and join the fun!

Grace and favor you granted me, and Your
Providence has preserved my spirit.
JOB 10:12


Graceful? I am. I am a dancer. Since I was three (a very long time ago, it now seems) I have been aware of my body in space, aware of my relationship to the floor, to parallel. I hear rhythms. I feel beats. I adjust my movements to tempos of which I am only subtly aware. I dance my entire life.

Just this year at a workshop for liturgical dancers, I learned to dance my prayers. Dance my prayers. This may not resonate with you, but movement is a language. I can dance a plea I cannot speak.

I used to be awed by those who could become surrendered to the power of the Holy Spirit in worship. I am a quiet Christian. I do not shout, though I may cry. Mine is whispered assent, an acknowledgement more felt than spoken. Until I dance. When I dance I can be loud. When I dance I am freed from speech, freed from awkwardness, released from the need for it to be “just so.” My body knows. My body knows.

He has granted me Grace and favor. I am graceful. I am Grace-filled. When words won’t work, I dance my prayers. I dance my praise. I dance my love. I lose my fear and find my fierce. He is praised. He is glorified. We can love him in many languages, even those without words. Gracefully. Grace-filled. Loud.

I dance and dance and know, God is good.
On Fridays, I pray and play with LisaJo and Laura, and the Christian Mommy Bloggers

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