The music drifts underneath the closed door like a sweet smelling fragrance. Amidst the hustle and bustle and barking commands to hurry, the fourteen year old melodic voice rises above the other noises.
"Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty who was and is and is to come. With all creation I sing, praise to the King of Kings. You are my everything and I will adore You."
The Father looks at her and smiles.
She is learning to dance.
Her feet may stumble a little every once in a while, but there is no mistaking it.
She is learning the moves.
She is learning the Romance.
The worship continues. She moves in step with the Savior. His Presence embraces her.
He twirls her around and sweeps her off her feet.
She's breathless as she runs out the door, backpack spilling and hands full of breakfast and her phone.
She's breathless because the One who loves her whispered His love for her during the dance.
The houses blur by on the way to school.
It's a different world.
Her thumb scrolls through the facebook status updates.
An unplanned smile sneaks across her cheeks. All the drama of "single" and "into him", "wishing I knew what he was thinking" didn't play into her world.
She has a dance to learn and she doesn't want to change partners.
She's learning to dance for the real Romance.
I hope you are learning the dance!
(This is in honor of my sweet Kenzie. She is in love with Jesus and is learning to dance!)