When Fear leaves the Dance Floor

Monday, October 28, 2013 Posted by Sara

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She laced her shoes. 

Small in stature, her poise spoke power.  

He crept around, the unwelcome guest he was.  His shoes were laced, though clumsily.  

She walked to the middle of the room and began to move smoothly, her toes skimming the floor.  He followed her like a snake, sliding his fumbling feet while stretching his arms high.  He always tried to look bigger than he was.  She sighed with determination. It was a familiar dance. 

Fear would follow her often. His great desire was always to bind her movements.  When he was there, the room seemed smaller. His leathery hands would interrupt her chaines across the floor.  When she rose high, he was there looking down. When she bowed low, he mimicked. As hard as she tried, she found it hard not to look at him. Frustration led to tears.  This place of solitude, this place of rest -and he had come to steal both.

"Why is he here?" a soft Voice spoke.

She turned to see His face - but there was no one.  Again she heard Him.

"Why is he here?"

Fear was undeterred by the Voice. The dancer knew he could not hear it.

"I did not invite him in," The Voice gently offered. "Did you?"

She stopped and looked at Fear.  Of course the Voice didn't invite him.  He would never do such a thing.  But that left only one culprit.  

"I think I did." she answered. It had been so long, she hardly remembered when she opened the door for him to share the dance floor.  

"Would you like him to go?" 

She nodded.

"Then tell him."

Surely it was not so easy.  Without much to lose, she simply whispered to the room, "It's time for you to go."

Fear stopped mid-movement and glared at her.  He looked defeated, and slowly sulked out the door.

Upon the quick slam, she heard the Voice again, "This is what I invited you into."

She turned carefully and saw Him at once standing beside her.  "Where did you...?"

"I've always been here - Fear tends to block the view. Where were we?"


"I have always been dancing with you.  It's hard to see Me sometimes with him in the room.  But now no limits, little one." 

She smiled and took His hand.

"For God has not give us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline." 2 Timothy 1:7

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