Life In The Moments


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Dance Lessons

As I shared in my last note, my “RQM” (really quiet moments) were over. And while it has been a few days since that was written, it has been playing out like a baby grand piano playing a love ballad. Of course there have been moments that have been more like a guitar playing a rock and roll song. Only truly possible when the Author of the Music is the same One.

Last Saturday morning as I stood before the women who had gathered at our pcb (physical church buildings) from all over the town and community, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the message God had given me was going to have me literally dancing all around the room. My Dance Partner had me positioned in His arms just so. I was following His Lead and not my own. He had me go to the right when I was tempted to go to the left. He had me swing around when I would have preferred to stand still. He even had me sing loud when I would have rather whispered. There is no better dance partner.. None.

One thing I know I can say with certainty, last Saturday was all the better because of the dance lessons I (we) had before moving here back during Labor Day weekend. During the seasons of life’s moments, we have the opportunity to learn new things – to experience things that rock our very core and/or that help set us free in ways that we would have never might wanted to go through otherwise. Seasons of pain. Seasons of seeking our voice. Seasons of walking to the edge and looking over it. Seasons of running with the wind blowing through our hair.

I know that had I not gone through the seasons of my own illnesses and then with all that came with loving daddy and watching him leave this temporary place, what I had to share last Saturday would not have had the same weight and meaning. And as I spoke to women that were/are going through some of the roughest times in their own life’s moments – Holy Spirit was able to speak to their pain. Was able to minister in ways that while I know intimately – I cannot fully explain. For the women who, for all appearances, seem to have life by the silver spoon – Holy Spirit shared how they could be more grateful and let thanksgiving and His Love flow more freely to others. And for those others who are still questioning the whole “God” thing…. He became more real and alive. At least that’s what I’ve been told. Who knew my squatting down in those big ol’ heels could help that? Or walking by them and their table at just the moment when I was sharing about certain things?

Before we moved here, I was on staff at our previous church. I was often told I was “The Voice” for that church body. I struggled with that greatly. It wasn’t until we started talking about leaving that one of the individuals who had called me that shared what they really meant by it. They didn’t mean that “I” – Camey – was the voice. They meant that every time they heard my voice – God was using it to speak to them. And dang if that didn’t make me cry and smile deeply all at the same time. Individuals that our friendships would have surprised many. Not that we were friends… but the depth of our friendships. Friendships that came after they had been really ticked off at me for moving there in the first place to “take care of daddy”. Funny thing is? I learned just as much from them as they could have possibly from me. Again – learning how to dance certain steps for particular songs that were playing at those moments.

I’ve also shared before that I had fought to not be on staff (particularly paid staff) at any church’s pcb. That I was not wanting to be stuck inside any building(s). And yet, I learned so much more inside those buildings than I would have outside of them. I also learned that when it was time to say goodbye to the buildings – it was the people who I cried over more. Not because I didn’t want to leave – but because I was so incredibly thankful for each one of them. I was ready to leave because of the dance lessons that I had learned while there. And I was ready to follow my Dance Partner’s lead elsewhere across the massive floor.

Why was I ready to leave? Because it was simply time. I had taken notes, failed quizzes, past tests and when my Dance Partner took my hand and said, “Come… follow me” – there was not a moment of hesitation. Not one. Are there parts of this dance floor that I am unfamiliar with – absolutely!! That just makes me watch Him all the more! It makes me want to study Him thoroughly. His every move. And listen to the sound of His heart beat as I lean my head into His Chest when He holds me close as we slow dance. Or when He seemingly lets go of my hand but is still close by as we get our groove on!

So? Dear reader, let me ask you this….

What dance lessons have you learned that you too can share with others?

Who is truly leading you and your every step?

If you don’t know the Greatest Dance Partner – why is that?

He is dancing all around you.

Especially this time of year with all the colors changing. He is displaying some of His Mercy. How so?

With the fall comes winter… a time when things seemingly appear to go to sleep on the outside. Ice may even form and cause some things to break or to slip and slide.

But on the inside – things can become greener than ever before. And when the spring comes again…

Can come bursting out with more brilliant colors, be more alive, blooming and growing than could have seemed possible! And they can dance in the Brilliant Sonlight! (yes… spelled that way on purpose)

I am dancing with more than stars. With The One who put each star in place. It is a dance for all of life’s moments. Each one of them…

Are you ready to take His Hand and go wherever He leads? Or to even take His Hand for the first time?

There’s a song by LeAnne Womack called, “I Hope You Dance”….

Are you dancing this moment?

The Only Real Hope comes from God through Jesus Christ.

As always, dear reader, you’ve been prayed for!

Much love,

PS: Thank you again to all who prayed for last Saturday’s Women’s Event… for this silly woman.


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2 Responses

  1. I prayed for someone but not a silly woman. I prayed for a woman of God who follows where the Spirit leads (but she also happens to be silly). Much love and prayers Camey.

  2. cameyg says:

    Thanks, Bill. Your prayers mean a lot to me as does your love for this sister!

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