I have rhythm. I can dance. I won a dance contest as a senior in high school. But my husband doesn't like to dance. I hadn't danced in years. Lots of years.
I missed dancing.
We went on our first cruise a couple of weeks ago with three other couples. I never knew when you go on a cruise there's always this background music 24/7. They had seventies night. I started feeling the rhythm rising up in me. Did I still have it? Can you forget how to dance? A little nervously, I went on the dance floor. My husband followed me.
All of a sudden, I WAS DANCING AGAIN. We were dancing! Well, he was swaying a little bit, but it still counts as dancing. :-)
Today, I went to my yoga class at the YMCA. Except it wasn't yoga. Surprise! Surprise! It was a zumba class. A salsa dance class! I had no clue. I was the only one barefooted and with a mat. The instructor promised me I'd be fine dancing without shoes. No, I didn't get every step right like most of the ladies/girls, but it was soooooooooooooo much fun.
I came home and looked up the word "dance" in my Strong's Concordance. I thought maybe the Lord would have something good to say about it.
Guess what I found? Psalms 149:3. "Let them praise his name in the dance; let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp." KJ From the Living Bible it says, "Praise his name with dancing, accompanied by drums and lyre."
May we dance before Him in praise.
Anybody else love to dance?
