Dancing the Will of the Father

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“Then Jesus answered and said to them, “ Most assuredly, I say to you, the Son can do nothing of Himself, but what He sees the Father do; for whatever He does, the Son also does in like manner.” John 5:19

I am starting my third week of grad school. Assignments are piling high and it would be easy to be overwhelmed by it all, caught in the spin of a wave pounding hard on the shore.  Right on the shorelines of old dreams becoming new.

But the waves are only invitations to dance.

I am dreaming…  Dreaming of the trash mounds I stood on and preached from in Africa being transformed by rivers from heaven, dreaming of a world where children are loved and cherished and held and fed and inspired to grow into everything they are created for, dreaming of sustainable models of business and of raising up leaders who are truly healthy from the inside out.

For one class project, I have been interviewing amazing leaders in my life who use coaching in various ways in their leadership roles.  In one conversation, my interviewee said what I heard as: dancing the will of the Father.  When I clarified, he actually said: advancing the will of the Father.  But the two, they are one in the same breath.

Jesus, He was dancing the will of the Father, only doing what He saw His Father doing.  Just that.  Not one move more or one less.

As I stand looking up at a mountain of things needing doing, papers to write, books to read, to do lists to accomplish and an even bigger mountain of questions regarding the future: how do I find paying clients? Pay bills? Rebuild my ministry support base? Build a business outreach platform that truly adds transformational value to those I serve? Who to connect with? Praying in the right relationships. How to share and market and over-deliver and create and study and rest and enjoy and serve and get healthy and learn and juggle all that needs to find the right balance.  How do I find my footing right in the middle of the spin of the waves of this new season?

I am reminded. Again.  It is less about a plan and more about a dance.  I don’t have to figure it all out.  Even if I could, it would be a sad second to the beauty He is weaving in this love-dance on the earth.  Nothing has changed at all.  Except the trash heaps here are a little more attractive and the poverty more polished.

But missions is still about romance. More so than ever.  All fruitfulness comes from intimacy with Him.

And I simply need to continue letting Jesus lead this dance and together with Him only do what I see our Father doing.  This alone is freedom.  This alone is success.  This alone is where I belong and where all questions bow before the light of His face.

Taking more time to listen and watch than figure and plan.  More still, less stress.  More quiet, less noise.  Intentional. Focused.  Abandoned. Embraced. Free.