Let’s start off this week with a small story. Okay, so every week here at Linkyear, we have western Wednesdays. We two-step the night away in the dining hall for hours, but what makes it so much more fun and exhilarating is that we don’t just two-step the same 1-2-1 the whole time, we’ve been progressively learning over the course of the past few weeks with the help of YouTube how to do some crazy fun dance moves. These moves include lifts, flips, dips, twists, and turns, few of which we actually know the legitimate name for (ex. “knee hoppy thing” and “floor twist” are probably not the real names for these things). But tonight in particular, we did a new lift that I’ve secretly always wanted to learn. Most of you already can guess the move I’m talking about. It’s the “Big Move” from Dirty Dancing. Yes, I attempted it, failed, tried again, nailed it, tried one more time, fell, and one last try, didn’t get above the guys shoulders. But if you have never attempted this move, you don’t understand how truly terrifying it is or can be. I was literally sprinting towards someone, hoping they grab me, and that I can jump enough to help them get me above their shoulders but not jump too much to where I over-compensate and jump over him. Before we tried it, I made sure to clarify where the guy was supposed to put his hands so as to not drop me or worse, crush my rib cage. But I knew I was about to be about eight feet in the air, completely trusting someone to be holding me up and not let me fall on my face.
Trust is hard, especially for people like me who are very type-A, independent, and OCD. I would much rather depend on myself than someone else who might do it wrong. Unfortunately, this is how I treat God a lot of times too. I try to micromanage my own life and make sure he knows where to hold me so that I don’t get hurt. But, the incredible thing is that, he always knows right where and right when to hold me, even if I have a misstep, he’ll catch me and change the choreography to make it look beautiful again. I should never have to ask, “okay, so whatcha wanna do next?” because that implies me leading. I will just follow Jesus and pay close attention to the soft words of guidance he tells me or the small movements of his spirit hinting at what he wants me to do. God’s got this dance we call life completely under control, he knows how to hold you, how to cover up your mess ups to make them seem like they never happened, and how to not let you fall. So trust Jesus, the greatest dance partner of all time.
Trust is hard, especially for people like me who are very type-A, independent, and OCD. I would much rather depend on myself than someone else who might do it wrong. Unfortunately, this is how I treat God a lot of times too. I try to micromanage my own life and make sure he knows where to hold me so that I don’t get hurt. But, the incredible thing is that, he always knows right where and right when to hold me, even if I have a misstep, he’ll catch me and change the choreography to make it look beautiful again. I should never have to ask, “okay, so whatcha wanna do next?” because that implies me leading. I will just follow Jesus and pay close attention to the soft words of guidance he tells me or the small movements of his spirit hinting at what he wants me to do. God’s got this dance we call life completely under control, he knows how to hold you, how to cover up your mess ups to make them seem like they never happened, and how to not let you fall. So trust Jesus, the greatest dance partner of all time.