We Dance
- Bailey
- Jan 26, 2015
- 2 min read
Approaching this school year, I had reached a point in my spiritual life where I knew more about Jesus than I actually knew the person of Jesus.
Since August, Jesus has been radically, loudly, and expressively teaching me to know Him, His Presence. Through relationships, new experiences, worship, Scripture, and oh my soul, so much prayer.
The newness of this kind of depth and perception of and with God has blown my mind, for lack of a better term. By His grace, I’ve finally come to the point where talking to, listening to, and feeling the Lord is irrevocable.
In the same way that talking, listening, and being around my best friend has a certain emotion associated with it (some sort of hybrid feeling made up of the knowledge of our respective and collective histories, and the intense comfort, freedom, and affirmation that it evokes), so does my relationship now with God.
And it is so much grander.
It’s like when your mom calls you on the phone and you instantly recognize her voice and even the tone of it.
Or when the first note of your favorite song resonates in your ears.
Or when you reread that letter that spells out all of you in fine black letters.
Or when you are living in your element, lacking not at all in confidence or joy.
After this half year, God has filled in all those places and more–abundantly and with conviction.
He calls me daily into some divine romance in the most recognizable voice of love. And He spins me round and round and reminds me of the song He wrote for me. And His Letter opened up to me living and active spells out my Life in the beauty of truth. And He is my element because I am made alive in Him who died for me.
Better than all this–than learning so much from Jesus this season–is acting on His lessons. The fruit of those actions has been sweet and delicious. Specifically in prayer, Jesus has moved mountains. Moved mountains of sin, timidity, and fear out of the way for redemption, boldness, and trust to move in.
O God you are my God; earnestly I seek you; my soul thirsts for you; my flesh faints for you; as in a dry and weary land where there is no water. So I have looked upon you in the sanctuary beholding your power and glory. Because your steadfast love is better than life my lips will praise; in your name I will lift up my hands. My soul will be satisfied as with fat and rich food, and my mouth will praise you with joyful lips, when I remember you upon my bed, and meditate on you in the watches of the night; for you have been my help, and in the shadow of your wings I will sing for joy. My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me. (Ps. 63: 1-8)
I am frustrated that I cannot adequately use words to write out the significance of what is going on internally…but I am so much more satisfied that my God cannot be limited to human thoughts and words. His mighty works in my life speak volumes, even if they are only audible to me.
