“Me? You want to dance with me?”

“Yes”

“But I’m not a very good dancer.”

“I AM. Will you let me lead?”

“I think so. Where are we going?”

“How about Kenya?”

“Kenya!? I can’t go there!”

“Why not?”

“I don’t like to fly…I may not like the food…it may not like me…I have white skin…I have family HERE!”

“I’ll lead, you just have to follow.”

“OK”                                           

“I won’t lead you somewhere I won’t go too.”

“But sometimes my faith gets tired and my hope seems lost.”

“I know. It’s OK. It’ll be a ride you won’t forget.”

“How long will we stay there?”

“Pack everything.”

“Everything? All of it?”

“Yes. And tell your friends and family you’re following me and you don’t know exactly when you’ll be back.”

“OK”

“And we dance…”

“So pack it all up? In boxes? Bags? Ship it?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll provide all that you need.”

“OK, are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Just quiet your heart and follow me.”

“Again, I’m not a great dancer.”

“And again, I AM. Will you trust me?

“Yes”

“Look at me Julie – When life spins you around and around – lock eyes with Me. When I spin you around like this and take you to the other side of the world, lock arms with me. I won’t let you go.”

“But what about _____ and ______ and ______?!”

“I love you. I ransomed you. It’s just me and you right now. I gave you joy for mourning. I chose you before the creation of the world to dance with me. I will teach you every step. I will set your feet to dance in my steps.”

“Oh, and we danced….!”

And then He told me to go back home. He provided everything I needed. I thought we might be there to stay. But my home is in His arms. He picked me up and placed me gently back down in Texas. What a dance! What a Dancer!

“It’s nice to know, I’m not alone, when I’m here in Your arms…”

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