Yesterday, I was reading the book of first Corinthians chapter 13; it’s the chapter about love. Before I sat down to read I was feeling spiritually attacked, the attack consisted of worry, doubt, hopelessness, and discouragement with my physical self. Sometimes the struggle between me and my emotions is so intense. They are powerful things these (female) emotions. I have discovered that if you let them they will rule you. Writing about emotions is not a new thing for me, and battling it out with them is an everyday war. Ya, I think you know who, likes to use them to make me crazy and to keep me from stopping to come before God. All that said, yesterday around five pm, I collapsed on my bed with my bible and journal in hand. Why I wonder does it take us so darn long to figure out that we need to be still and give it too Christ. That He has said he will never leave us or forsake us, that He is always there wondering why we haven’t spoken with Him lately. 1 Cor. 13: 4-7 Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trusts . . . it always trusts . . . right there is where I got stopped. How many times do we say ya, we believe He has called us His own, and that He is always there, and that he knows the plans He has for us and He loves us. I lose control of those emotions when I fail to trust that He will provide. After awhile of a really amazing time in His presents and after clearly hearing Him say trust me. My emotions rested in that trust. I never sleep better then when I trust that He has called me His and given His Grace so abundantly.
I said yes, when my friend asked me if I wanted to go dancing at a downtown café in Denver. My friend assured me that there were lessons before hand, and you didn’t need a partner. I grew up listening to the greats, Count Basie, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Duke Ellington, Frank Sinatra, Glenn Miller, and Benny Goodman. But, until the night that I went dancing with my friend, I hadn’t fully appreciated what I loved listening too so much. The cover charge was seven dollars, and that included an hour of east cost swing lessons, and a live big band performance following, where I practiced what I had just learned in the lesson. It was a welcoming community of people those dancers. I met a few men that had been dancing for years, and said how exited they were that the young people were starting to really dance again. One gentleman in particular named Max, who, I noted, could kick his legs up higher than I could, and never seemed to tire. He danced every dance, and on that first n...
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