Last night my dad and I spent the evening on the dance floor at my cousin’s wedding as he tried to teach me to foxtrot and jitterbug.
When I was little I knew the steps and loved our time spent dancing in the den or at father-daughter dances. However, years have passed and I found myself with little… er no recollection. Nevertheless with a father happy to teach, I was eager to learn.
Everytime I thought I had the steps though, I found myself messing up . I couldn’t quite get it. Until I realized. Everytime I thought I had the steps, I stopped following. My dad was leading me well and all I had to do was follow. But in the midst of an independent spirit, my mind immediately wanted to learn the steps to be able to do it on my own.
What. Wait. Why do I even want to do it on my own???
Life with my heavenly father isn’t that different. It seems every time I think I ‘know’ the steps, I find myself stumbling. He is leading me so well and I all I have to do is follow. But in the battle over my independence, my mind immediately wants to learn the steps to be able to do it on my own.
The question that arises in my heart and startles my soul is this… if I knew the steps, would I still choose to follow His lead? Or do it on my own?
Proverbs 16:9 reminds us that In his heart, a man plans his course, but the LORD establishes His steps. And Psalm 139:16 reminds us that All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.