“My soul is quiet and waits for God alone. My hope comes from him.”
Psalm 62:5 NLV
I was at dance practice with my daughter, preparing for the mother/daughter dance we’re a part of for the Christmas show. Like much of my life I was so focused on getting my steps done perfectly in time that I failed to note all that was happening around me.
In the corner of my eye I caught glimpse of my friend, also dancing with her daughters, bowed before the manger. My heart hiccupped and tears filled my eyes with choreography that magnified a posture I want to live.
A life lived well is spent on our knees.
The world claims that movement to the beat of society will grant contentment but in the presence of a wooden manger and imagined Christ child I am reminded that a stilled heart postured toward His fills me with a life-giving beat that will forever put dance in my step.
Our Christmas hope lies in a baby. The author of Creation left his throne to take on human flesh and be present among us. What a gift that to know that we need only kneel and we’ll find all that we need.
Stop moving, friends, and be fulfilled.