Strolling through the household items while at the Salvation Army store my eyes became completely drawn to a beautiful picture frame. Black glossy details on crisp white ceramic with a swirl of chartreuse, its’ top bedecked with a stunning jeweled crown. Upon examining the framework more closely it revealed the beautiful scrolled words “Dancing Queen” written on the base. Thus far this little gem was scoring winning marks on all counts… then suddenly plummeting from it’s current number one position.
How could I, a bona fide two time ballet school drop out, who preferred clinging to the ballet bar rather than venture out onto the dance floor possibly relate to the declaration “Dancing Queen”? Not an affirming message I hoped to add to my newly decorated craft room. For when decorating I find it important that it matches the color palate or theme. Advantageous if it holds a special meaning or memory, that stirs my heart in such a way making me confident it will make our house more like home.
Even though its’ title threw me off momentarily this item was compelling enough to keep a hold of it tightly in hand pondering it as an option. Continuing leisurely, I made my way through other favorite sections of the store, while music softly played. Suddenly, I heard something that made my ears perk up to the next song serenading us overhead; to my utter astonishment it was the song from Abba, the “Dancing Queen”. Temporarily frozen in my tracks, clutching a frame bearing the very same title, I somehow gathered my senses. My legs began to propel onward looking for my family, excitement mounting while eager to show them this silly coincidence.
No other sign now needed, this 2.99 purchases had a special meaning for me! What glory would it unfold as it graced my new space?, which formally had been our oldest sons room. Perhaps its’ presence reminding me to see myself in a new light, that had through time grown dim. During my childhood years I dreamed of being a ballerina yet early on it was clear I lacked the confidence and determination to be one. Plagued with self depreciation in the mirror of my mind it revealed a distorted image. Over and over rehearsing the lies and half truths till they spun out of control.
This frame already began igniting truths to see myself not with limited abilities but rather unlimited possibility. Dancing if not fully in body (though I still give it a try in private) certainly could allow my spirit to confidently move within my soul. An open invitation graciously extended to all His sons and daughters.
Our King of Kings and Lord of Lords who rejoices over us with singing, lovingly calling us to dance with Him; moving us with glided steps, twirling freedom and leaps of faith producing joy before our feet even touch the floor. Eyes fixed on the lover of our soul never longing to stray nor wander from His plans and purposes… in step with His lead. While He remains completely enthralled with us regardless of our two left feet, capturing His acceptance with reckless abandonment.
What a comfort to know that this dance school drop out is free from the shame of past mistakes and labels imprinted with lies as ink. The safety of the ballet bar no longer needed beyond its’ true intent and purpose.
Clinging to Christ alone and letting go of our crutches, may “We throw open our doors to God and discover at the same moment that he has already thrown open his doors to us. We find ourselves standing where we always hoped we might stand–out in the wide open spaces of God’s grace and glory, standing tall and shouting our praise”.* Today may you accept His invitation to dance, walking away from past hindrance or good intentions, stepping out into your life filled with a plethora of dreams, a gleaming new start pulsating with vibrant hope. When you do you don’t be surprised to experience what Abba sings so poignantly that not only can you dance you’ll be… “having the time of your life”.
*Rom. 5:2-4 The Message Bible.