Ever been to a dance?
Have you ever endured that sweet agony in the weeks ahead of hoping and praying that special boy would take notice of you and ask you to go to prom with him?
I was fortunate. I had those experiences when I was a schoolgirl. Unfortunately, I was so down on myself that I never was able to let go and have fun.
I couldn't really believe that the boy was just interested in taking me out and having a fun time.
I couldn't really believe that I was pretty enough or interesting enough for that kind of attention.
Isn't it terrible what we as girls miss out on because we cannot get out of our own heads?
Sometimes at my church we sing a song that was written by a guy named Paul Wilbur. It's called "Dance With Me" and the whole song is taken directly out of the Song of Solomon. I love that song.
This past Sunday we were using it as part of our worship time and I heard the Lord speak to me and remind me of those awkward times when I was a girl. He showed me that sometimes, I still think of myself as having two left feet, or being too fat, or too old, or whatever excuse I can think of to put up walls between He and me.
After all these years and all the grace He has shown me, I still look at myself as not good enough. And you know what? I'm NOT good enough. Which should be a freeing thought.
He doesn't love me because I'm pretty.
He doesn't sing over me because I'm sexy.
He doesn't rescue me because I'm thin.
He doesn't save me every day because I'm young.
He doesn't redeem me because I'm a good person.
He. Does. Not. Need. Me.
I have absolutely nothing to offer in this relationship, and yet...here we are. He has exchanged my ashes for His beauty. He has given me His strength in exchange for handing Him my fear. He has granted me gladness for all of my mourning, and He has kept every tear I have ever shed.
So in light of this...what is stopping me? Nothing that I am has stopped Him or caused Him to back up and say,"Whoa...hold on there sister...let's rethink this thing."
Let me repeat that for you. Nothing that I am, or have been, or will be, has stopped Jesus from loving me.
What a Saviour.
Ladies...let me encourage you...I don't have this thing all figured out. It's mind boggling to me as to why the Creator of the universe would ever bother with me...but He has. And I'm guessing He has cast His glance your way a time or two as well. Am I right?
We have been invited to the party of the Ages. Ladies what are we waiting for? We don't have time to be wallflowers.