Woke up this morning of 4/18/09 with a heavy spirit. Found myself crying out to God for a change, for a newness to living. I needed Him to heal the wounds that I thought I had covered or were healed...I no longer had the strength, or desire, or creative spin to hide what was true = my heart hurts...
God woke me up later in the morning...Praise God for I had not set my alarm. He got me on the bus, off to another dance ministry institute training, excited to learn something new. The weight I brought with me had not lifted, but I was doing my best to move it aside. I was here to learn about dance and refine my technique. Polite acknowledgments here and there, hugs, and hellos...usual... But the ice-breaker started preparing my heart to hear God's rhema word He had for me today. I had never done this type of ice-breaker before: hug someone and love on them as scriptures are read. The point is to keep hugging and blessing them till you hear a scripture with "love" and then switch to the next person. Let's say I was loved-up by the end of the exercise :o)
Today's lessons were on Godly Character, Accountability, the Tabernacles of Moses and David. First off, my team had to choreograph movement to portray the "Ark of the Covenant" that is found in the Holiest of Holies. At the end, of our short piece we decided how best to worship God that to surrender and prostrate face-down before the GREAT I AM. One of our team-mates was an elderly woman, we thought she would stay standing but at the end, there was praise being given to God. I lifted my head and saw her, face-down on the floor with everyone, worshipping God...as if that was not amazing enough! Found out she was 92!!!! Had walked in with no cane and moved in unison with us and humbled herself before God the creator. Her testimony of God being her everything through life, was encouraging. She was part of an ongoing praise and worship of God that endures over generations and generations. Me coming into God's presence with a praise and a dance...her preparing to leave this world and enter the Heavenlies with a praise and a dance.
Today's class truly opened my eyes that I am a minister of the dance. It is about God and I am nothing but a vessel that births His vision. I am blessed to be part of such a creative arts ministry where our praise and worship is our bodies. I can stretch my arm to the Father, I can leap for joy, I can fall on my knees at the cross. It's incredible!
Ok...part II of the workshop is why I'm most excited...see "God my Father" piece :o)
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