I had a dream last night. Images from my past – high
school days and friends – mostly just silly fleeting faces and situations. But
toward the end of the dream, I was sitting on the ground at a gas station
playing my guitar. Someone heard me and stopped their car by the side of the
road and made suggestions about how I might change the tuning to make the
sounds more substantial. I agreed and started to play a song that I made up on
the spot.
During what I remember to be the chorus, I heard
sweet harmonies blending with my voice. Although I don’t really remember all
the words, I knew that the song was a sorrowful love song – I was singing the
depths of my heart. I could hear myself sing the last words of the song – “Why
don’t you dance with me” as clear, now awake, as when I was dreaming.
In the morning as I thought about my dream, the
words kept mulling around my heart. When I sat down to spend time with the
Lord, the words kept coming back to me – “Why don’t you dance with me?”
My heart stared to break when I realized that it was
the Lord’s voice asking me this. He wanted to “sweep me off my feet” and take
me in His arms and rejoice not only with
me but in me.
You speak to me: “Come away with me, just for a
while. Let me take your weary hand in mine. Let me hold you close
Lord, I release my hold on myself. I repent of the
way I’ve delighted in the dance of the world.
I close my eyes and see You take my hand in Yours.
The music begins. You hold me close and whisper in my ear, “May I have this
dance?”
Jeremiah 2:2: I remember the devotion of your youth,
how as a bride you loved me and followed me through the desert, through a land
not sown.
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