Last time I mentioned about going away for the weekend to lead some sessions for young people at a conference, and the weekend did not disappoint. It was a brilliant weekend had by all despite getting off to a rough start with finding out our little girl is travel sick!!! Not a pleasant start to the trip when you’ve only packed the exact number of clothes! (I was so proud of myself as well for packing so light!) Emergency trip to Tesco by the hubby at 10pm, after our first session, to save the day (as always - that’s why I married him…amongst other things, obviously 😀)
Our group sessions went really well. Well I think they did anyway! Haha! The kids loved their little sessions and did not want to leave them which is always a good sign. And I even managed to get into one of the main sessions led by Ian Coffey. It was lovely catching up with friends we only get to see once, maybe twice a year, and even though we barely see each other, we are all a family and that’s what makes these conferences so awesome.
Righteo-ho, onto the nitty gritty stuff…
I’ve actually just been listening to some good ol’ fashioned Disney songs whilst I was getting dinner ready. Normally we eat together as a family, when we can anyway. But tonight the hubby and I are getting a rare dinner to ourselves as he’s late home from work. I told the kids what I was going to cook and they were not at all interested in it! I mean, I thought spaghetti bolognese was a no brainer, but apparently I was wrong! Currently my kids are crazy fans of porridge!! If they could live on the stuff I’m pretty sure they would! As long as it’s got chia seeds, flax seeds, honey and raisins in then they’re happy and quiet…So they’re sat munching on that and I’m stood writing and cooking!
So my question to you is, who likes to have a dance around the kitchen when they think no one else is watching? Or who has a hidden secret they enjoy but are too afraid to let their loved ones see for fear of being embarrassed or ashamed? Come on, I know there’s some closet dancers out there…
Well I rock it out in my kitchen most days, I love it and this evening was no different except when I spun round there was little Miss shaking her booty and dancing alongside me!! Haha! It filled my heart with joy to see the massive smile on her face.
Sometimes we need to let people in rather than stick to the ‘closet’. Let them see the real us, the ‘clean-freak’, the shy one, the avid gardener (nothing like a bit of The Good Life), the anxious one, the crazy kitchen dancer! Let the real you shine through. God doesn’t like it when we hide who we are, He made us to stand tall and proud of who we are in Him and I want to be able to share that with my family, crazies and all!
It’s taken me a while to do this, and I’m still working on it but I’m getting better! I used to dance competitively and it got to a point where God really challenged me because dance was becoming my idol. I spent 3 nights a week training with the occasional all day training on a Saturday as well and then competitions were on Sunday’s. So some weeks I was spending 5 days a week dancing! I was incredibly torn because I loved God (still do just to clarify this fact) with all my heart but I also loved to dance. It gave me a freedom that I didn’t think I could get anywhere else. It made me feel like I could conquer the world. It made me confident and proud and it gave me an identity. But, just like I talked about in my last post, that was so far away from where I needed to be.
I still went to church on the Sunday’s I wasn’t competing and I attended the midweek meetings but the majority of the time I was so tired I think I must have dozed through a lot of the meetings! God challenged me and I knew I had to quit dancing competitively but in order to do that I needed to cut it from my life completely because I knew I just wasn’t strong enough to continue dancing for fun and not compete. It was a very difficult decision for me and one I didn’t take lightly but one I knew that I needed to do because I knew I wanted to honour God with everything.
The day I quit was the day I stopped dancing and looking back now it still causes a lump to rise in my throat because my passion for dancing never left me but my passion for God was, and is, so much stronger than that and I knew that God could give me ten times more than dancing ever could.
Thanks for sticking with me on this one!
What I’m trying to get at here is, we’ve all got passions and dreams. Things we might chase after or long for but where is our focus? If you’re finding it hard today to stay focussed on the One who loves you and accepts you and adores you, then stop. Re-evaluate where you’re at and breathe. Life gets tricky, it gets busy and weighs in on us but giving in and giving it to God releases that pressure and gives us back our freedom.
So my kitchen dancing is my freedom which God has given me. It sets me free of myself, my fears. Of the typical ‘mum’ duties, of the cooking, the cleaning, the washing - it makes all of those things way more fun, for both me and the hubby if he walks in on me dancing with a mop!! It reminds me that I can mess around. That no one is judging me, that I don’t have to be perfect. That my kids love me and just want to be with me. It reminds me that God loves me and wants me to be happy. These are the memories that I want to remember. My family laughing with me (and at me most of the time), good times, as well as the bad, but most of all, just being me and being happy in the skin that God has given to me.
Remember to have fun wherever you are in your life today.
Have a good one.