The Dance…

Sometimes, I am blessed to get to see a little glimpse of Heaven in my classroom.

Today was one of those days…

I was sitting in my creative writing class.  I like to write when my students write, so I was doing just that.  I was working on a poem.

I have a habit of quietly talking through what I am writing.  I guess I like to show them a bit of my thought process as a writer.  So, that is what I found myself doing when my little glimpse of Heaven came through the eyes of a young girl today.

I was talking through a line in my poem that I couldn’t seem to finish.  I had the words “His arms of…” and then I was stuck.

All of a sudden, I heard a little voice say “strength.”  I asked her what she said and she matter of factly said “His arms of strength.  Those are the words you want there.”  I said, “How do you know what I’m writing about?”  To which she replied, “I know, you are writing about God.”

I certainly couldn’t argue because that was exactly what I was doing and told her “arms of strength it is then…”

I don’t know that I would have gone that direction with that line or not.  But, I do know one thing for sure.

It was meant for me to think about the strength of God in that moment.

He wanted to remind me of that.

And He used her to remind me.

There you have it, my little glimpse of Heaven today.

You will see her words in the poem I wrote…and I am blessed that she shared her thoughts with me.

The Dance…

In a dream-like state, feeling like one wandering in a wasteland; lost and alone – almost as if surrounded by a thick fog – a cold, gray mass of uncertainty.  Searching for solace, but surrounded by personal interpretations of this life –

They cause




so many questions…

Who am I?

Who am I meant to be?

Why is this happening?

What is Your plan for this, for me?

How could You possibly still love me?

Constantly distracted by the noise that drowns out everything but doubt – teetering between a tsunami of uncontrolled emotions or paralyzed and numb, feeling nothing at all.  Wanting to curl up in a ball and give up,

but that is not the answer…

Pressing on –

Moving forward –

Coming to the understanding that when my gaze shifts from the truth; that ceasing to see God and His unconditional love has brought me to this place – this wasteland –

I long for Eden.

I begin to hear Him call my name and feel His arms of strength envelop me – He lifts me up, dusts me off, and whispers in a still small voice…

“I am still here.  I’ve been waiting for you…”

Reunited with the One who brings peace to the chaos, I begin to sway back and forth in the unforced rhythms of God’s grace –

                        Reassured that I was never lost –

Certain that I am never alone –

Convinced that I belong to the One who gave everything so that I would  know beyond a shadow of a doubt –

Who I am

Who I am meant to be

That I am loved

And with that,

the dance continues on…


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