Dance on the Stage God Has Given You
Do you know what stage you’re supposed to be on?
Do you know how to get clarity?
Mr. 4-Ever and I, along with hundreds of others, sat in a hot, crowded auditorium for hours to watch a parade of small girls in dressed up tutus and tights wobble and hop on the stage in front of us.
Every mother and grandma and friend of the family attending knew that the performances of the budding ballerina they came to see was likely to be awkward and poorly-executed, but we each, to a woman, swelled with pride when the little girl we came to see appeared on the stage.
In every performance, the tiny dancers took turns being out of sync, but as a group, they covered each other’s weakness, one remembering one part and another remembering another part so as a whole, they completed the number.
Occasionally, in moments of complete bewilderment, a ballerina wrangler – a preteen ballerina in matching leotard and tights – would appear from the wings to prompt and shoo her mini versions through their next step.
The sweet ballerina we came to watch, was on the stage for not quite two minutes. She was in lipstick and rouge for the first time. She bravely swayed and pirouetted nearly on cue. She curtsied to thundering applause and cheers.
After the recital, carried her flowers in her arms as if they were her infant, careful not to bump the blossoms or break the stems. She beamed under the praise and adoration of the few of us who were there just for her.
There are no dress rehearsals for life.
That recital was packed with life lessons for all of us!
Each little ballerina did the best she could
with the talent and training she had.
Each was celebrated for her effort. None were chastised for missing a step or forgetting a turn.
What if you and I could be the body of Christ, as friends and congregants, do our personal best and cover each other’s weaknesses without judgment or envy?
Each ballerina was happy just to be on the stage.
For a whole minute or two. No pouting about not having the lead. No fussing because she wore yellow instead of pink. Just happy to have a role in the recital.
What if you and I could be happy to be in the role God has us in for this season without grumbling or comparing what we don’t have to others? What if we embraced the role God has us in and made it our own without fear or hesitation?
The mini ballerinas radiated their happiness
when applauded and praised.
What if you and I learned to receive compliments for doing our best even if our best wasn’t perfect? What if we knew that God was pleased with our effort and motive and that it was enough to secure his affirmation?
When they got stuck they looked to each other for help.
When all were flummoxed, a bigger version of themselves appeared from nowhere to guide and coax them to a glorious next step.
What if we followed the Holy Spirit’s leading as easily as the mini ballerinas followed their wranglers? What if we were willing to admit we need help and could find a wrangler to help you figure out what your next step is?
Let’s take a lesson from the tiny ballerinas and dance on the stage God has given us.
Let’s watch and even ask for directives from the Holy Spirit or a spiritual mentor to wrangle us back into step with the Father.
Let’s remember that God is watching,
applauding, and adoring each obedient step.
Prayer: God release us to dance and play and work in the space and season we are in right now. Reminds us to keep an eye open for ways to encourage and compliment one another. And, please God, teach us to be able to radiate the joy of your undivided and loving attention. Amen