I can proudly say that one of my top love languages is physical touch. I remember being a little girl and always wanting my Dad to pick me up so that I could rest on his shoulders, for him to “uppy” me. I can also remember always wanting my Mom to let me sit on her lap, to hold hands, give tickles.
I know that being held in a hug by someone I love gives me a sense of fulfilment, of safety and comfort.
Here’s another fact about me, I absolutely love to dance. If you ask my Mom she can safely tell you that when I’m home, I mostly try to ballroom dance with an imaginary man in the kitchen while she is cooking. Pretending to be swept away in my own little fantasy world of music and romance, to be the beauty dancing with her prince. Don’t get me wrong, most of the times my dad would get swept up in a dance with me which would end up with stepping on toes and laughing.
Those are such great memories that I will always cherish.
Imagine this:
Dancing under a starlit sky with your arms outstretched, head back, hair flowing… a beautiful flowy dress twirling around your ankles. No cares, no worries - just freedom. Absolute, pure freedom. Dancing with your heavenly Father.
How amazing?
It struck me the other day as I was lost in thought, that God wants to dance with me! As weird as that sounds, He does! And when I say dance, I mean to be with Him, truly be with Him.
The only way that I could dance in freedom with Him, is if I revealed my heart to Him. And I mean my heart of hearts, the nitty gritty things that I would rather lock in a case and forget about. I’m pretty sure you know what part of your heart I’m talking about. The really messy part.
God wants to see it!
The only way to be intimate with our Dad is if we are truly vulnerable with Him, and for me atleast, that’s quite scary. I understand why- I remember being vulnerable with most people I came into contact with, and instead of feeling better, I sadly ended up feeling worse. So therefore, when it came to my own true Father, I would hide my vulnerability away, scared that it’s too much, too messy, I’m just overreacting or being too emotional. So my desire to dance with Him always seemed so much further away. I forgot what it really meant to have a relationship with Him.
Let’s Dance I can proudly say that one of my top love languages is physical touch. I remember being a little girl and always wanting my Dad to pick me up so that I could rest on his shoulders, for him to “uppy” me. I can also remember always wanting my Mom to let me sit on her lap, to hold hands, give tickles. I know that being held in a hug by someone I love gives me a sense of fulfilment, of safety and comfort. Here’s another fact about me, I absolutely love to dance. If you ask my Mom she can safely tell you that when I’m home, I mostly try to ballroom dance with an imaginary man in the kitchen while she is cooking. Pretending to be swept away in my own little fantasy world of music and romance, to be the beauty dancing with her prince. Don’t get me wrong, most of the times my dad would get swept up in a dance with me which would end up with stepping on toes and laughing. Those are such great memories that I will always cherish. Imagine this: Dancing under a starlit sky with your arms outstretched, head back, hair flowing… a beautiful flowy dress twirling around your ankles. No cares, no worries - just freedom. Absolute, pure freedom. Dancing with your heavenly Father. How amazing? It struck me the other day as I was lost in thought, that God wants to dance with me! As weird as that sounds, He does! And when I say dance, I mean to be with Him, truly be with Him. The only way that I could dance in freedom with Him, is if I revealed my heart to Him. And I mean my heart of hearts, the nitty gritty things that I would rather lock in a case and forget about. I’m pretty sure you know what part of your heart I’m talking about. The really messy part. God wants to see it! The only way to be intimate with our Dad is if we are truly vulnerable with Him, and for me atleast, that’s quite scary. I understand why- I remember being vulnerable with most people I came into contact with, and instead of feeling better, I sadly ended up feeling worse. So therefore, when it came to my own true Father, I would hide my vulnerability away, scared that it’s too much, too messy, I’m just overreacting or being too emotional. So my desire to dance with Him always seemed so much further away. I forgot what it really meant to have a relationship with Him. And that’s when God came! He made me realise that I can’t have the full relationship with Him if I am not willing to show Him my heart. If I’m not willing to be vulnerable, then I can’t expect full intimacy and freedom with Him. I can’t expect to dance with Him if i’m not willing to open my heart to healing. And I understand, vulnerability takes time, it takes trust. And that comes through relationship with Him. Did you know that God isn’t afraid of our mess? In fact, He desires for us to be messy with Him, He dances with us through the muck to the freedom that’s been waiting. Ecclesiastes 3 : 11 - “He has made everything beautiful in it’s time. He has also set eternity in the human heart, yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.” Now I don’t know about you, but that verse just proves to me how much God wants to be in our mess. He wants to make it beautiful! The way I see it, is that without God, we just remain a mess. But with God, He turns our mess around and it makes it beautiful for Him.
God loves you so much and He calls us to be intimate with Him, to be vulnerable, to be messy. Isn’t that just wonderful? No reservations, no boundaries, just freedom, and I mean complete freedom. Here’s a challenge. Be vulnerable. Be honest. Cry with Him, laugh with Him, and most importantly…
Dance with Him.
Your Sister
Caity
Women of Reverence welcomes Caity van Maarseveen at as a guest contributor.
Caity is a young adult who is originally from Mutare, Zimbabwe. She loves writing and sharing her heart for Jesus. She currently lives in PMB, and serves at One Life Church.