Father in Heaven, I pray that these words have the effect You want them to have. Let them be honest and true and bring glory to Your name. In Jesus name, Amen.
So do you have your coffee or tea or water? I’ve been really trying to boost my water intake lately. In fact I have a small little group on Facebook of people who wanted to drink more water as well so I started the page and we have just a little support group for us to encourage one another on this journey.
But I digress. So let’s settle in with our beverage and hopefully a muffin or danish. I want to take you down memory lane with me, so let’s get going…
When I was about nine years old or so, I began taking dance lessons. You know, the usual ballet, tap, and jazz type of thing. Oh I had such fun with those costumes and tap shoes that made a great noise on the wooden floor! One year our jazz number for the recital had us wearing a white and silver leotard with a silver grass-like skirt. We wore shear black pantyhose and our shiny black tap shoes. But the icing on the cake was the shiniest glittery silver fedora we had to wear! This costume was a little girls dream come true. Not only did we get to wear such a fancy costume… we got to wear them in front of people!
That recital went off without a hitch. Eight girls ranging from nine to twelve linked arms and did a Rockette style kick-line! Four of us faced forward and four faced backward and we did a spinning kick-line! Oh how I loved that routine. We got a standing ovation for that one and all eight of us were on a performers cloud nine.
But one other such recital didn’t go quite so well. We did our ballet number where yours truly played the “lead swan” in the show. All the other “swans” were in lilac colored leotards and flowy shear lilac skirts. But I was donning a gleaming white leotard and matching flowy sheer skirt AND silver crown! It was my job to “awaken” all the spell induced sleeping swans by gently tossing lovely floating flower peddles upon their motionless forms sprawled around the stage. As I twirled and tippy-toed across the stage, I heard my best friend whisper “throw one on me!”. So I obliged. I quickly snatched a peddle out of my basket before I floated passed her and whipped it in her direction thereby beaning her right in the face with the deadly peddle.
This of course brought laughter from the audience and thankfully there was no harm done. The ballet number closed and we again received applause from all the proud parents.
Then our jazz number came up. We danced to the song from the late fifty’s called “Splish Splash”. We had faux card board bath tubs that were fastened to legs to make them stand up. Our outfits for such a number was to wear a bath towel wrapped around us held together by Velcro.
Now I can almost hear you all saying “what! That’s all those little girls were wearing?” But our dance instructor was more conscientious then to let that be all we wore. We were also wearing shorts and what used to be known as a “tube top”, so there were no straps showing. So we proceeded to wrap our towels about us and Velcro them shut, crouch down behind the card board tubs and wait for the curtain to open. The music started, the lights came up and the curtain slid apart. As soon as the words began, we were to pop our heads above the rim of the tub and sing along. When the song came to the phrase “well I stepped out the tub, put my feet on the floor…”, we were supposed to stand up and step over the edge of our flimsy little make-shift tubs. All in one motion as well!
So I dutifully stood and lifted my foot to step over the tub. Accept, my foot caught the edge and knocked my tub over. But that wasn’t the worst… Just as I stood up, my towel came undone and fell off. “Well at least she had on the tube-top and shorts” you may be thinking. But alas… my tube-top fell down to my waist in my upward motion. So there I stood, tub knocked over, towel on the floor, and completely… TOPLESS!
Gasps rang out and giggles were heard by all. Red-faced and humiliated, I ran off stage into the arms of my dance instructor. I felt like such a failure. I was embarrassed and crying my little Ten year old eyes out. But you know what my teacher did? She simply let me cry without trying to tell me that it wasn’t a big deal. She didn’t soften the blow by saying that no one saw anything. She allowed me to feel what I was feeling and just held me for a few moments. Then she brushed my hair back and told me she was still proud of me. She was still so happy I was one of her dancers. She Held out her arms and let me run into them, tears and all.
She never made me feel like i was over-reacting or being a drama queen. She validated my feelings and let me know she still loved me.
This makes me think of how God accepts us no matter how embarrassed we might feel or the mistakes we have made. He loves us anyway!
1 John 4:19 “We love because He first loved us.”
It’s as simple as that! This verse doesn’t say that God loved us because we are without mistakes. He doesn’t love us because we are perfect. He doesn’t love us because we didn’t mess up in the dance recital. God loves us because He’s God and God is love. He is waiting with open arms for us to run into and pour out our feelings and hearts. He will validate how you are feeling and then brush your hair aside and tell you He still loves you anyway.
He isn’t waiting for you to get it right. He isn’t waiting for you to pull your top up and set your tub upright. God is just waiting for you. Won’t you run into His arms and let Him hold you? Let Him dry your tears and tell you He loves you.