The Dance

Have you ever wailed? Has anything ever hurt so much that the only response is to not just cry, but to scream out the pain. I have, not many times, but some. It has been over actions, words, loss, betrayal, anger, my own sin and my own failures. The pain is so big that words won’t accommodate it.

King David felt that pain. He knew loss, betrayal, anger, and his own sinfulness. But our loving heavenly Father does not leave us in that state. He can turn weeping into joy and wailing into dancing.

Do you remember when David danced before the Lord as the Ark of the Covenant was brought back to Jerusalem? He lost himself in extravagant worship. He didn’t care how foolish or undignified he looked.

“You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent. Lord my God, I will praise you forever.” Psalm 30:11-12

I am a terrible dancer. My dance moves are not elegant or graceful. I can identify with David in the completely undignified part, but I can also identify with the songs of praise and I want my heart to be filled with extravagant worship.

Lord, I don’t want to be silent because You have lifted the sackcloth of mourning. You have clothed me with joy. You have given me a song to sing and a heart that can be filled with worship.


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