Chasing Jesus Adrenaline

I started to dance when I was four years old. 

My dad was a swimmer and my mom was a dancer, it’s in my genes I guess.

Everyone has an outlet, some people cook or paint and I suppose I’ve been suppressed of mine for the past three years.

There’s this adrenaline that I get when I dance and it’s so addictive that you spend every move trying to chase it.

That’s what I missed the most the past three years.

The panting

Lack of oxygen

Pure exhaustion.

My junior year of College I had a dream one night that I got married. But something was wrong. I wasn’t happy—I was lukewarm about being married. In my eyes a hamster had more value than my new husband. 

Suddenly a young girl about seven years old walked up to me and said, “Your wasted talent”.

Wasted talent…

I’ve had vivid dreams like this before, but this one shook me at my core because it was something I found true in myself. I thought I was wasted talent.

All the years of Technique class

Hairspray

Blood blisters

And plastic trophies were gone. I felt like a College girl who once had promise and potential, but peaked in high school.

I believe God gives signs to help His children, I honestly do. This dream caused me to reflect and re-discover my true self. Through prayer and The New York Crusade by Billy Graham God told me to move to New York. I have never had such peace in my heart about a decision.

This is just another case of The Shepherd gathering a lost sheep I guess. He drew me back in and I had only one thing to do—dance.

So now at age 22 I’m choosing to dance.

I’m choosing to use the feet My Father has given me.

I’m choosing to depend on Him to provide for me financially after College.

I’m choosing to dance and praise Him.

And I’m choosing to release the world’s view of success altogether.

If I don’t do this, If I don’t move to New York and dance, I’m neglecting my true identity, my identity in Christ and Jesus' call for my life. He instilled a passion inside me and I have to respond. I have to minister to others and tell them about a God who has saved me and rescued me numerous times.

I must declare to all the world

I am a daughter of The King

I am a messenger of The Gospel.

May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my Rock, my Redeemer.