"If the way you live isn’t consistent with what you believe, then it’s wrong."(14:23)
If asked do I believe, I will reply from the depths of my heart, "Yes, I believe in The Father, The Son, The Holy Spirit, and His Word".
Yet, do I 100% of the time "walk His talk"?
Unfortunately, "No".
Continually I strive to be more like our Christ.
Unfortunately, "No".
Continually I strive to be more like our Christ.
In those steps where I falter or slip, I am so thankful for His grace, mercy, and forgiveness.
For those times when I am focusing on my leading, rather than His.
For those times when I get in the way or step on His toes.
Each and every day I pray for Him to use me.
Each and every day I pray for Him to use me.
And each and every day He does.
Even when I trip - He uses all for His glory.
This dance isn't about my wanting to be lifted up for all to see. Through His changing of me from the inside out I am wanting more and more for my life to be for His glory - not mine. I find I do not want any moments of not dancing with Him, because of how "in" love with Him I have become. I want Him to be in the spotlight.
Each and every day I pray He will convict me when I am not "dancing His talk".
Each and every day I pray He will convict me when I am not "dancing His talk".
When I feel the need to seek revenge, stand up in defensiveness when wronged, to feel sorry for myself and attend the "mepityparty". During the times I am acting on the feelings of dancing my way. Regardless of whose feet I trample upon.
Even when they are ABBA's feet.
During the times we are dancing "our" way.
Even when they are ABBA's feet.
During the times we are dancing "our" way.
There is much slipping, falling, stumbling, sliding around. It is totally uncontrolled - no matter how tightly we hang onto "self". No matter how hard "self" tries. There is never a graceful rhythm about our steps. There is only destruction. Much like a new snowfall with the marks of an animal fight - their steps and blood have destroyed its' purity, its' beauty.
It is only when we "dance His talk" the new snowfall of life holds the pattern of His graceful dance.
It is only then the untouched snow surrounding our steps reflect His light - sparkling as diamonds in the sun.
His Son.
It is only when we "dance His talk" the new snowfall of life holds the pattern of His graceful dance.
It is only then the untouched snow surrounding our steps reflect His light - sparkling as diamonds in the sun.
His Son.
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