Dancing

Dear Jesus,

My life in You is my favorite dance. "You hold me by my right hand," leading me across a crowded floor. All I need do is trust and follow You. I'd close my eyes to keep from trying to lead, but I'd rather look at You. Your face comforts any fears of collision, Your quiet words preparing me for any difficult turn. You know exactly how I move! Your rhythms are perfect, and every nuance I can imitate, but only because You have tailored the dance to me. You support me, making me look graceful. You bring out my talents, displaying my best moves and polishing my weak ones. You make me shine on that dance floor.

But, sweet Jesus, You are hardly in the background. Yours is the beauty they see through me! I cannot contain the pleasure I find in dancing with You. Any soul who seeks to praise me is met only with my praise of You! I love You so much! You take me from a worthless wallflower and turn me into a rose among thorns. But, when they see me, they can't help but see You. I want Your work in me to be undeniable when they see me dancing. I want them to know what I was before, alone, without You, so that my steps now can only be explained by Your hands leading me. It's You, only You!