A writer’s life is hard work. There always seems to be a better way to structure a sentence. Or maybe an idea requires deeper development. Or a desperate search for a metaphor, analogy, or simile to brighten the page. Perhaps a snippet of dialogue to draw in the reader. Something always nags to do better.
But occasionally there is that experience when all is right, and the words fit perfectly together. The story-line flows and waltzes beautifully across the page—a genuine Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers moment.
As a person with two left feet, and a writer who normally struggles with each word, those moments are a beautiful blessing. However when I come in God’s presence, I clasp my hands in His. To keep from tripping, I plant my feet on His, allowing Him to lead. Moving in tune with God, He leads me in a divine dance. In His loving grace, I glide along. The words will come. For now, I am going to enjoy the dance.
Regardless of your occupation or your calling, God waits with open arms to lead you in your divine dance.
Heavenly Father I’m placing my hands in Yours, please lead me in Your divine dance.
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