God allowed me to begin to know him at a young age. In allowing me this understanding of Him at such a young age, I have come to understand that His place in my life is the most important. No one else can compare to my God.
Even though I understand this truth I still hope to be a wife here in this life, to meet a man after Gods own heart. Not perfect, but a man who understands that God is our fullness. I want to see the spirit of god at work in his heart and life, and I want to see the beauty of that work. I long also, for that man to see that in me.
I think I met this guy a little bit ago, and we have had an opritunity to be in the same company together about a hand full of times. I am now to the conclution that I would very much like to know him a little better, and I want him to know me, because all of us of course have a very great desire to be known, first by God than by each other.
As soon as something like this a cures to me,(the part where I would like a specific guy to know me), the next thought that zips through my head is, "ya but he most likely would not want to get to know me better."
Today, I felt God saying that this is fear in me. He reminded me that I'm beautiful and I'm loved by the king. I also felt like he was telling me that I should be brave in Him. Easier said than done for me most of the time. But as always He reminds me to bring all thoughts, worries, hopes and fears to Him and he will guard my heart in Christ Jesus.
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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