So, something I never really shared from about 6 years ago:
While spending some time with God–nothing fancy, just stretched out on my bed staring at the ceiling–I pictured a beautiful girl on a beach in a simple white dress, walking and talking with God, carefully listening to every word He said and speaking with a special kind of joy and laughter. After awhile she began to collect seashells contentedly in a basket, later tossing them back onto the shore again. Next, the sky grew dark and a storm came over causing strong winds and harsh waves. She was on her knees through the storm, hurting and in tears before God. After a time of weeping, while still in pain she began to worship; the sky grew clear and the beach calm again. She stood up, leaving what had burdened her on the ground and raised her hands before Him, the tears of sadness changing to tears of joy. She then began to dance and sing in praise to God.
After awhile of thinking about this, I remembered hearing of a verse about “a time to dance”. I had no clue where it was, so I had to look it up. I found it and thought it went well with what I had seen:
“To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven: A time to be born, And a time to die; A time to plant, And a time to pluck what is planted; A time to kill, And a time to heal; A time to break down, And a time to build up; A time to weep, And a time to laugh; A time to mourn, And a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, And a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing; A time to gain, And a time to lose; A time to keep, And a time to throw away; A time to tear, And a time to sew; A time to keep silence, And a time to speak; A time to love, And a time to hate; A time of war, And a time of peace.”
I later wrote a poem (which I have shared on my blog years ago):
The waves reach out, and they slowly pull back,
As she walks on the shore in delight.
She follows the steps, she knows the right track,
Footprints she sees ahead in the light.
Often storms of great force arise, and waves crash with violence and strength.
With clouds so dark, she could not see the skies,
She struggled often for times of length.
On her knees the tears quickly came down,
She lifted her hands in praise.
She was lost, but now she has been found,
On the ground her burden lays.
She lifted her head in awe to the God who can save,
On her feet she stood with confidence in the True One.
She humbly gives thanks to Christ for the gift that He gave.
Across the sea she watches the rising of the sun.
In the Light she dances,
Her heart overwhelmed with love.
She’s been given so many chances,
By her Father above.
In gentleness and peace she now follows,
Through laughter, through pain, and through sorrows.
He has taken her hand,
She walks closely by His side.
Taking steps in the sand,
She goes by her Shepherd’s guide.