The first note plays as the song begins. She steps onto the stage.
Her arms in second position looking a l'epaule; an excitement and a joy fills her soul.
He has just redeemed her soul, washed her in His blood; she is new, she is whole.
Now her dance belongs to Him.
She steps out in faith with her first grande jette knowing He is with her every step.
The music is bliss and she leaps as if she is on a cloud.
She lands with grace as the music changes.
She tiptoes to center stage.
Her heart skips a beat because it's time for her most challenging step.
Her fouettes are about to begin.
Her whip and spin are pefect until number sixteen.
She slips and falls, but He is there to pick her up again. She dances on.
The music changes again. The drama and the crescendos in the music begins.
She struggles to keep up with her music.
The grande jette's and pirouettes move at a franatic pace.
She dances with precision to the sound of violins rushing fiercely.
Fear and anxiety start to fill the music and movement.
Every step seems to move faster and faster.
Her weary heart can scarce take it in.
Just then the music slows and changes again.
The violins have slowed to a heart aching melancoly sound.
She begins to bourree across the stage and moves with emotion.
She feels her brokenness and has again come to her end;
utterly broken, the pain overwhelms, and fear engulfs her as the melody plays on.
Yet she knows there is hope. Though she sits in the ashes there is hope.
The song has not come to an end yet, there is still beauty in the dance because He holds her hand.
Her broken, weary, fearful, doubting heart she gives over to Him.
To her King the great I AM.
The only One who can make her whole and new again.
The only One who can make her dance full of beauty, peace and joy again.
He is faithful; the Creator and source of beauty.
The One who has ordained her every step;
her every develope, pirouette, and grande jette.
He has held and kept her every step.
He has picked her up after every mistake, every bruise, and every blistered toe.
He has made her stronger and perfected her technique through those things.
Soon the sounds of crescendos and melancoly violins will cease.
Hope will burst forth in the quiet joy of the pianos beautiful melody.
She will glide across the stage in a moment of pure beauty of extension, lines and grace.
As the sound of the last note plays she will end her dance in His embrace.
He will wipe every tear away and her heart will be forever satisfied in His presence.
Yet, until that moment while she is in the midst of her dance,
she mustn't forget the one who holds her,
every step in His love,
and who will carry her until the end.
He is faithful.
Her hope will not put her to shame.
"Through Him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us." - Romans 5:2-5
"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
His mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in Him.”
His mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in Him.”
The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,
to the soul who seeks Him.
It is good that one should wait quietly
for the salvation of the Lord."
to the soul who seeks Him.
It is good that one should wait quietly
for the salvation of the Lord."
- Lamentations 3:22-26
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