Can I share something with you?
Sometimes, I just want to write
Without worrying if it’s right or not.
Would you believe there’s an app for that?
Well there’s a place for that anyway.
Over at Lisa-Jo’s.
So I will join others and write unabashedly
for five minutes time.
On one word alone:
His four-year-old frame flails every which way. In time to the rhythm of his soul. He catches me watching but doesn’t relent.
“I’ve got moves, don’t I mom! Come on, dance with me!”
And I tell him in not so many words. Never have I seen such joy displayed so valiantly. In all his acquired wisdom he tells me plainly, “Sometimes you just gotta show yourself. This is all me, mom. These are my moves! Let me see yours!”
I’m too ashamed to tell him. Admit I lost mine many moons ago. So I try to fake it and shake it to no avail. There’s no fooling him.
“Well, mom. You know practice makes perfect. Here, watch me again!”
And I do. Every day I watch him. Being himself unabashedly. Dancing to the rhythm of his very own God-given soul. Unapologetic to anyone who thinks otherwise.
And I know.
This is what a life of praise looks like.
One living in the freedom of grace.
I see it in creation. As the trees sway, outstretched. The flowers frolic in the breeze. Even the tide has a rhythmic movement unmatched.
And I see it in child-like faith. Untainted. Unmatched praise.
Friends, I want the moves of mercy, too.
I want to live like only He’s watching.
I want to practice the talents He gave me personally and use them for His glory.
And I want to proclaim it loud and proud:
“I’ve got the groove of grace! Come on — dance free with me!”
How about you? Do you dance in your freedom of grace? If so, how? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.
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