Would you care to dance?

When I was young, I went to dancing school. It was an awkward time each Tuesday afternoon, but my friends and I endured it together. The most uncomfortable moment wasn’t the dancing, it was getting out of my chair and walking over to a girl and asking her to dance. Remembering it all these years later still makes my palms sweat. Who should I ask? How should I ask? What if she refuses?

I’m not sure God gets nervous, but I do think God is continuously asking us to dance. He gets up, comes to each of us, and extends his hand as if to invite us onto the dancefloor. Each sunrise or sunset is a request. Each inspirational song, passage in a book, or poem is a request. Each inner stirring to do or say something to someone in need is a request. I even think each hardship is a request.

Although the requests come in countless ways, the question is, will we extend our hand and accept God’s invitation to dance? When I see children painting rainbows and colorful landscapes, I see that as a “yes.” When I see people awakening to serve meals at the local soup kitchen, I see that as a “yes.” When I see someone transforming into a new creation before my eyes, I know they’ve said Yes.”

This morning I awaken sitting eagerly in my chair hoping God will draw near and ask me to dance. More than that, I hope I say “yes.”