the dance of life . . .

What does it matter that I “do” something?

The joy of living is not in the doing–it is in living the moment, these minutes–this now.

A delicate, pale yellow butterfly, wings etched more exquisitely than fine Belgium lace, nurses from the red flower petals, and I am lost in reflection of this insect’s reason for being.

But wait.

There are dozens of winged creatures here–bees, birds– joining the butterflies–all colors, all sizes. Each one easily and naturally feasts on the nectar and pollen designed for its needs. Forager bees will drink, store sweet liquid, and carry it back to the front door of the hive. The butterflies work quickly to propagate and aid in the pollination process-all their beauty and living must take place in less than 2 weeks! Birds are strengthened for their day of flight or for feeding those waiting in a secure nest.

This is life in a garden!

Their movements-quick and static, mistaken for frenzy, are in reality, dances–the dance of life. They dance with joy, with purpose, with determination, and I am mesmerized, filled with a sense of freedom. Awe, a reverent wonder, calms my spirit and gives me hope and joy for another day.

Could it be–that my life–simply lived out in the frantic moments for survival, routinely and easily–living and trusting a God who loves me, who knows my heart, who has purposed that I dance in Him and for Him–is it possible that a life, my life, my marriage, the work of my hands can give hope and direction to those watching?

“Let her praise His name in chorus and choir and with the dance.” Psalm 140:3

Dancing and “being” in the NOW.

About oct17

The little girl in me loves bird watching, butterflies, sunrises, sunsets, walks in the rain; the adult I am enjoys the same. I sense God's awesomeness in all of life--what wonder there is in slicing a leek or cutting open a pomegranate. I have many favorite things--a formation of Canadian geese flying overhead, the giggles of my grand daughters, the first ripe watermelon in summer, snowflakes on my face--these gifts from my heavenly Father delight me continually.
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