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This past weekend, I went to the Women of Joy conference in San Antonio. Anita Renfroe was the first speaker Saturday morning and she did this number first.
Hilarious. I laughed so hard my face hurt. And then, we heard Kay Arthur. This shift was kinda of like going from having a rip-roaring good time at a college party and then the cops showing up. Not that I know what that is like. Really.
Saturday night, we heard Michael W. Smith in concert. I was immediately transported back to junior high school while he played "Friends are Friends Forever." We all kinda swayed in the audience, bodies linked together, tears glistening in our eyes. I've included one of the videos from the early 90s so you can get the scene, minus the jr. high swaying girls.
At one point, Michael was playing a melody -- no words. Sometimes, God will speak to me in visions -- almost always at some point, I start interacting with the vision instead of just letting His words and pictures unfold. This time, He was insistent that I give up my creative input. He literally said, "Just watch."
As the scene unfolded, it was just me and Jesus, on this stage atop white marble steps, and as Michael's sweet music played, I danced with Jesus (please don't think me crazy). A type of ballroom dancing, I suppose, but what is fully imprinted on my mind is how He would twirl me over and over and over again. With every spin, the joy increased, the intensity of relationship grew, and it was as if nothing could ever matter as much as Him. I never looked down at my feet to see if I was making the right steps. I never had any inclination to lead (which if you ask my husband, he would be shocked at this comment alone). I never had the thought that the music might end and the dance would be done. I was swept away.
Honestly, at the end of the vision, I had no idea what it meant, except that it was quite nice, this being enraptured with Jesus. I think I had a bit of doubt, too. Did I just make this up? Did Jesus really bless me with this gift, with this profession of love? Is He really being this intentional with me? Does it have any greater meaning?
The next morning, Sherry Rose Shepherd began her talk, entitled this:
Dancing on the Battlefield.