Thoughts of today...

Today was a beautiful day.

So was yesterday.

They went together in a rather stunning sort of way, like apples and cinnamon, and you knew they were just meant to be a set.

This set, this yesterday-and-today, was also very hard. In a draining sort of way. I am, to put it like my mother does, thoroughly "pooped."

You see,  yesterday-and-today was full to the brim: It was auditions. But that's not the whole of it.

To start off, "the baby" (see previous post) came suddenly yesterday morning. Then came seventeen girls from around the country. And a few from other countries. They told their testimonies. We all took class. And then we danced for them.

We dance all the time here. Sometimes before strangers, often before teachers, but always for an "audience of one." We've rehearsed almost every day, and performed together at least thirty times just this year, the same thing over and over. You would think it would get old.

But it doesn't.

And yesterday was particularly un-old. It was brand-new, fresh, and unlike any other performance I've been a part of. THIS is what happens when new mercies are lavished on you each morning - such love begs a response. We as dancers give the Lord our imperfect offerings of what is in our hearts, like children who give their mothers adoring, wobbly scribbles.

And through yesterday-and-today, Christ has been opening my eyes to His worth. His perfect love and faithfulness are worth so much more than my insecurities, my doubts, my embarrassed-ness.

Who am I to say that my imperfection can somehow detract from His glory? He is worth all my tears, my sweat, my pain, and yes, my undivided attention, no matter what else is vying for it.

From a logical point of view, this was our most difficult performance of the year. Dancing before strangers, or even friends, is one thing. Dancing in front of a group of people who share your profession, can rip apart your technique with a cursory glance, and might be replacing you is another.

But somehow none of that mattered.

Because we weren't dancing for them.

Yes, yesterday-and-today was filled to the brim - with worship. To physically exhaust oneself in worship is not a privilege many can claim. I can read and sing about giving Him everything all day long. But when I offer my body as a living sacrifice, literally, until there is scarcely breath in my lungs or a muscle that is not shaking, I begin to understand it.

Jesus is worth all I am and more.

And His strength is made perfect in my weakness.


  1. Amen! Jesus IS worthy!

    I just wanted to let you know that I absolutely love your blog. Keep it up! And the things you're selling on Etsy are adorable. The Valentines are lovely, and the headbands are so neat!

    Anyway, I just had to express my admiration. :)

    Jen Renee

  2. Very nice blog.I love your Etsy shop also that sister love shows 8)

  3. Jen:

    Thank you so much. :) Starting this up has been a lot of work, and I'm not quite sure where it's headed, but I'm so glad it's been an encouragement to you!

    with love,

  4. Tam:

    Aww, thanks! We're each others' best friends.

  5. Reagan,
    I followed your link in the HFLTeam thread. I love your blog!! I'm so excited by what I'm seeing in your generation. There are others like you and your sisters that giving their lives to serve the Lord.
    Continue to share your heart. The Lord will use every gift! :)
    Karen (KateXpressions) :)

  6. "I see a generation/ Rising up to take their place/ With selfless faith/ With selfless faith/ I see a near revival/ Stirring as we pray and seek/ We're on our knees/ We're on our knees//Hosanna, hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!//Break my heart for what breaks yours/ Everything I am for your kingdoms cause/ As I go from earth to/ Eternity" -HillsongUnited

    Oh, I hope that it will be so! A smaller percentage of my generation claims Christ than any other in the history of America. But I do see God's hand and a glimmer of revival among the young people of this country and around the world. My prayer is that we would not get swept away by movements and emotions but that we would see our place as a part of history and take hold of God's vision for it.

    Thank you so much for stopping by!

    with love,



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