What I learned from dancing pt. 2

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Happy early Thanksgiving!

The guy that I danced with the most that night was probably at least 25 years older than me but a good dancer. We danced with a space in between and he turned me (not spins he said...) so many times that at one point I was dizzy. It was fun though! I followed him and this other guy so easily too because they were really patient in helping me learn.

Ok so back to the previous story...So Mr. Watch extended his hand, and I took it. I tried to tell him that I wasn't a dancer and that this was my first night there, but he didn't seem to mind.

Him: "Just follow my lead."
Me: "Ok, I'll try."

I looked down at his feet to try to keep up. Then, I think I stepped on his feet.

Me: "Sorry! I told you I'm learning. Thanks for being patient."
Him: "You have some control issues, don't you?"
Me: "I'm trying to learn. I'm trying."
Him: "Well, just follow my lead."
Me: "I have the same conversation with the Lord."
Him: "I'm not even gonna touch that."
Me: "Just being honest. I'm trying."

So I decided to stop trying to figure it out, leaned into his chest, and followed his lead. It was beautiful...

Until I tried to figure out how in the world this was happening and looked down at his feet.

Me: "Oops! Sorry!" I said as I stepped on his feet again.

After that dance, I went back to my seat before another man approached me to dance, and I learned all about his job and how long we both lived in the area.

Later, Mr. Watch came back and we danced again.

So what else did I learn? I learned that just like dancing, when I try to figure out how things are going to work out and rely on myself, I mess up. When I depend on the Lord and follow His lead, things might not always flow smoothly, but He takes care of me. He's so patient and kind, guiding me back to where I need to be, chastising me when I'm wrong, but always loving. Sometimes I kind of glide along, and I wonder how things worked out so well and it's...beautiful.

Amen.

What I learned from dancing pt. 1

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When it comes to dancing, I'm like a dance-in-my-living-room-dance-off-with-my-brother-line-dancing-church-"chouting"-type of dancer. And should I mention love line dancing again??? I love line dancing.

Anyway, last night, I went to a dance class with one of my friends from church. The big emphasis was on salsa dancing later that night while we learned some other dance earlier in the night. I was really nervous about the class because I don't really like the whole "dance with a partner" because I haven't been good at it up until this point in my life. I really haven't practiced or done this type of dancing much either...

I really like experiencing new things so that I can have a good story afterward, and I wanted to spend time with my friend...so I went with her to the class. I stepped on a few feet while dancing with the men there, but they were all very gracious. First lesson learned: When you take a risk to do something outside of your comfort zone, there will be nice people to keep you encouraged.

I went to sit down for a minute and struck up a conversation with the guy next to me...

Me: "You dance?"
Him: "I'm fixing my watch".
Me: "So you don't dance." (as a definitive statement not as a question).

My friend walked up. I told her that he didn't dance and that he was "fixing his watch". He cut his eyes at me, and I smiled at him, amused at my own joke.

He got up and took my friend out on the dance floor while another man grabbed me. I sat back down again right after that dance and "Mr. Watch" came back over and said something to the effect of, "Alright, let's go," and extended his hand...