a picture of my grief

The Lord gave me a picture of my grief, a picture of letting go and giving my hurts to Him....

I danced with You, God. 

We twirled around and around and around and around. It was full of passion. Full of love. Full of beauty. Full of grace. I clung to You. You clung to me. I rested my head on Your shoulder. You comforted me. And as we danced, I let go. I surrendered. I imagined myself letting go of everything, all my worries, concerns, hurts, fears, and doubts and giving them to You. Clinging to You, instead of to them. If I cling to You, dance with You, there is no room to hold onto anything else. 

And if we're dancing and I'm focused on You, I can't focus on anything else. And if I'm letting You lead, You'll lead me where You want me.

Dance with me, Lord. Take.the.lead.