in the Lord’s presence.
There is this fight within me though. I struggle to shut out the commotion in my heart: the doubt, the fear, the insecurity. Where else are we accepted despite our deficiencies? Where else can someone put that hurt and confusion to death? And where else are we restored -pulled out of the grip of death? No where.
This place, his presence, is good. Perhaps “good” seems like an understatement, but true goodness is something so beyond our normal experience and understanding that we can scarcely believe it. I know I struggle to.
To dance for my Jesus. That’s what I yearn for. If we could know the grace and joy he entends, oh how we would dance.
Free these feet. Lead me, lead us, to dance like David, will all our might.