On His Feet

When I was a little girl, one of my most favorite thing to do was dance on my daddy's feet. He was always pacing around our living room practicing his sermons in his head. Then I would come along and jump on his feet and ask him to dance with me. And we would. I was always dancing on his feet. I'd put my arms around him and snuggle into his wool sweaters and feel the most secure a child should ever feel.

Fast forward about 25 years and now I've got my own son who loves wrapping his arms around me to dance around the kitchen while we wait for dinner to finish. It's something you just can't do without smiling. I smile just thinking about it.

While driving home from church the other day, I felt the Lord putting on my heart to "dance on His feet." It reminded me of my dad immediately. It reminded me of the security and joy that came out of those father-daughter moments. I felt moved that the Lord was asking me for a dance.

This is an incredibly busy week full of preparations for Chinese New Year's and dinners. Jay and I also have a speaking engagement this Saturday. It is a full week and weekend. I think the Lord knows and was reminding me to run to Him in moments of weariness and discouragements. What a loving Lord we have....one who craves our time with Him....who wants to nourish our souls and spirits with His new mercies.

So this is where I pause....and run to my Father for just a twirling moment...on His feet.