I was reading a fairytale story one day when the words seemed to jump off the page as they tugged at the strings of my heart. I related all too well with this damsel in distress as she sat, heartbroken, on the floor. She was tired of giving her all and still being overlooked, cast aside, neglected. As she sat, utterly alone in the dark, I felt her pain… And then I realized I wasn’t alone. I glanced up from the page I was reading to see a Man standing there. I looked down at His outstretched hand and I knew, without words, He was inviting me to dance. For some reason I cannot explain, I was unable to refuse.
As I took His hand in my own, He pulled me into His embrace and we began to dance. I twirled freely in His arms, losing myself in the warmth of His gaze. That dance occurred nearly four years ago, but my heart still dances with the memory of that moment. I had reached the climax of my fairytale and was well on my way into “happily ever after” with the Prince of my dreams.
I’m guessing you’ve already figured out that Man was Jesus. In my mind, He is that intimate and real. No, I didn’t see Him with physical eyes, but my spirit saw Him oh so clearly that day. When I close my eyes, I see Him oh so clearly still. Don’t be discouraged that Jesus is a Prince who cannot be seen with physical eyes. After all, the spirit feels more deeply than the physical.
Sometimes I cannot deny that yearning for a fairytale. It is during these days that I find I simply have to dance with Jesus. In true fairytale fashion, I put the feelings in my heart to song. I’ll set my heart to the tune of “He Walked With Me,” as I begin to twirl. And He waltzed with me, and He waltzed with me. We danced clear across the floor…
Dance with Jesus. Though the world may think you are dancing solo, you may just find yourself closer to the heart of romance than you have ever been before.