Friday, February 8, 2013

The Dance

We've done this dance before, haven't we, you and I.

And sometimes it is a slow dance, where we seem perfectly in sync.

Sometimes it's a tango, where each move is you seeking and keeping step with me.

Sometimes I sit it out, and I know you are there waiting for me, but I sit in the corner, sipping punch, feeling so alone and oh so sorry for myself.

I try dancing alone, and I know this isn't what I am made for, and my legs grow tired beneath me.

I say the words over and over to myself, "I do believe. Help me in my unbelief."

You hear my whisper and you come to me. You take my hand and we dance again. I rest my head on your chest and match my breathing to yours.

On Thursdays we gather together to celebrate redemption. I'm so excited to be a part of this team! Want to join?

  • Link up a post (old or new) that relates to this week's prompt: BELIEVE
  • Put the "Imperfect Prose" button at the bottom of your post, so others can find there way there
  • Read each other's posts and encourage them


  1. This is wonderfully put. I feel your heart beating within this dance. Thanks for sharing here, and thank you for your kind words on my post for this week's IP:)

  2. Sorry, it's Joy from My Country Manse who made this comment...I wasn't sure at first how to do it with this system- but thanks again!

  3. Mark 9:24 has been a bedrock verse for me as well. I wrote about my disbeliefs at length here: