The rhythm of the Holy Spirit is
perfect. He never missteps. He is the ultimate Fred Astaire on
God’s dance floor.
I, as a partner, am
learning. I trip once in a
while. I forget some of the basic
steps periodically. My timing is
sometimes off. But all of it works
better in my Ginger Rogers role if I both practice my steps and let my Partner
lead.
The Holy Spirit is directive
enough if I am but willing to be led and to move with Him in the grand spins
and leaps, if I will respond to the slight nuances that make this a thing of
beauty, and if I decide this dance is something of wonder and will loosen
myself up to the enjoyment of the experience. It takes trusting Him, but He is so amazing it is
increasingly difficult not to. I
am hungry for what He will do and what I will get to see as the music of today
begins to play. It is the way to
find love, purpose, and beauty all at once.
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