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Dance like nobody's watching.

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I used to be a dancer. Not professionally you understand. But in worship. Mainly before pregnancy changed my body, And the way I viewed myself. But more intensely during my training years, culminating in a performance at The Royal Albert Hall, during our ordination and commissioning. I always think you should quit while you're ahead! And now I'm just a disco diva. Play some music. Dig out my heels. And I'll be there, on the dance floor, for most of the night. A few months ago I put a new worship CD in the car. I do quite a lot of driving in a normal week, so I like to have some options. There were words of a song that kept coming to me. Over and over. "Tears will dry Your heart will mend Your scars will heal You will dance again." My journey of tears, grief and broken-heartedness is well-documented on this blog. But scars? The scars of life and ministry? Of disappointments and betrayal? Of being misunderstood and misrepresented