Not too long ago, I was going a very discouraging “four-month funk.” I was so stressed and depressed about life. I felt like I couldn’t do anything right, and yet I kept trying and trying to accomplish something, anything. All day, I would ruminate on all the things that were wrong, all the ways I was failing. And I would plead with God to show me what more I needed to do to succeed. My shoulders ached from being tense all the time. My head hurt. And the tears were always ready to burst forth.
And one day, as I stood in my kitchen doing dishes, I asked God to help me. To tell me one thing that He wanted me to do. Whatever it was, I would do it. I was failing, failing, failing … and I just wanted His leading in my life because I couldn’t do anything on my own. What else did He want me to try? What did I need to give up? What needed to be pruned from my life? What did I need to do to make things better? What more could I do?
Please, God, just tell me!
And do you know what He said? The big advice that He gave me in such a quiet whisper to my heart?
“Turn up the music and dance!”
Turn up the music and dance! As soon as I heard it, I knew that this is what I really needed to hear, what I really needed at that moment. I didn’t need to keep trying so hard to accomplish something, to reach for something just beyond my grasp. I didn’t need to try to make things better, to do more than what I was doing.
I just needed to relax, to breathe, to celebrate the moment that He gave me as a gift.
And so I did. As the kids played outside, I turned up the music in my kitchen and just danced. I shook out all of the stress and the ache, and I let the music fill me with delight and joy. For a short time, I let go of my fears that I would fail and I grabbed onto the blessings of the moment instead.
It filled me with joy to know that God knew what I really needed, that He cared enough about me to remind me to slow down and relax and enjoy the journey. To breathe. To smell the roses. Pick a daisy. Laugh with my kids. Talk a walk.
Sometimes, I make it harder than it needs to be. I overwhelm myself with the idea that everything God asks us to do is going to be stressful and hard work and sacrifice and dying to self.
But sometimes …
He just wants us to dance.