“To Him who is able to keep you from falling and to present you before His glorious presence without fault and with great joy.” Jude 24
Dear Father,
We’ve come to the end of another year. Looking back I see a dance floor that has had the varnish worn off in places and the dust barely touched in other spots. So what has it been all about? Maybe I am becoming your ballerina. I have reached on my tiptoes for more of Jesus. Lifted my arms high in the air and strained for all I could get. Toe danced my way through traumas and dramas as well as quiets and heights. The dance has not always been graceful or pretty. Many times it was awkward and clumsy but I kept hearing the music and you kept leading and teaching me the steps. Lord, you and I have danced a million miles over the stage of life and this past year has been every where from the Samba to Swan Lake. You have twirled me high in the air and dipped me low to the floor but your never-failing arms held me secure. Many times I got tired and wanted to quit but you kept the music playing and your hand extended toward me. So wiping the sweat from my brow I stayed out on the floor with you and I learned that behind every dance, behind every class taught, behind every service given, behind every ministry, came hours and hours and a lifestyle of giving all I have to the One by whose name I am called. My life is one huge rehearsal for the real dance which will come someday when I wear that white dazzling dress and dance my way down the golden streets of the new Jerusalem to the open arms of my Prince, my King, my Bridegroom, the absolute Love of my life – Jesus. Amen.
Love always,
Penny
