Dancing Backwards in High Heels

The last few weeks I've felt a bit like Ginger Rogers, "dancing backwards in high heels." It feels so appropriate for where I am at this point in my life.

• I can't see where I'm going.
• Someone else is in charge
• The steps are complicated and intricate
• I have to keep up
• I have to figure it all out and somehow manage to look confident and capable in the midst of it all.
• The high heels?  ........Cute shoes are always a bonus.

For now, it's relief to not be the person in charge.  It's a feeling I'm trying to learn to like.  I find it hard to give up the illusion of control, but I'm trying.

I just keep reminding myself that dancing is easy.  All I have to do is step into God's arms and let him lead me where He will.  All of this craziness lately?  It's just the big fancy turn where he does all the work and makes me look good.

Can you believe this dress?  Forget white robes in Heaven, I want to wear this little number.

People keep telling me how brave and strong I am.  I can assure you that "brave and strong" are not me at the moment.  I'm just listening to the tunes He calls and trying to dance along.









*If I was starting a blog today, that's what I would name it "Dancing Backwards in High Heels." (If you're starting a blog and need a name...you're welcome.)