Streams of Comfort

Focus is difficult when the world wants you to be something else constantly. As an introvert, I sometimes only feel true peace when I’m by myself and no one is around to tell me who I need to be. When we go to God, we come as ourselves. He knows us in and out. There is nothing we can hide from Him. In Hebrews 4, it says, “Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight, but all are naked and exposed before the eyes of him to whom we must give account“. In a way, that is freeing because unlike other situations and places, we are not required to be anything else. Simply ourselves. Raw and unfiltered. A big aspect of focusing on storing our treasures in heaven is realizing that what we pretend to be in this world doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of eternity. Only being held accountable for who we are and what we do. This poem is from the perspective of a dancer that has lost their way. Until they realize that their place is to dance in heaven rather than focusing on earthly things. I pray that as this year closes, we can set our eyes on the things above.

Dance steps lined up perfectly with my vision
A spin here, a twirl there.
A grand finish at the end of my life.
Every breath calculated for excellence.
No room for error.
Words that once rang inside my heart like a mantra.
Except the moment I stepped onto the stage
Everything was upside down.
I tried spinning but I couldn’t fixate on a center point
So I fell
(all those times I lied awake at night fighting for a singular purpose)
Twirling around I encountered sickness and change
So I froze.
(all the deaths of loved ones collecting dust in the back of my mind)
And my grand finish was a whisp of air
(Can’t take anything on the way home)
I try again
To dance because God created me to.
This time instead of planning every step
I falter here and fumble there.
And I finish the dance imperfectly.
But my finish isn’t here on this earthly stage
I stand in my Heavenly Father’s house.
That stage unparalleled in glory because our Savior sits upon His throne.
He, who didn’t simply watch me dance but led me.
He had twirled and spun me the way He knew was best
But in my human way, I stepped wrong when I thought I knew better.
Off the offbeat-en path, I stumbled.
On that heavenly stage I realized,
That I was always made to dance for this.
This stage.
So much more than my broken earthly dreams.
Here I will never falter, never fumble.