Immediately, as I thought of the title of this post, I was reminded of my mom's obsession with Keith Green when I was a kid. She had his records (yes), tapes, and CDs playing all throughout the house. Until my sister Emily broke the needle on the record player.
But Mama Renshaw's quirks aside, God really is beautiful. We see glimpses of it in nature, ideas, people, miracles. I'm a miracle myself (but that story, another time).
Today's post cites my college roommate Jessie. An genuine example of God's beauty displayed. She was such an open vessel, willing to be used by God. It manifested in her writing, her deep friendships, her generosity, and her many artforms (dance, painting, writing). We are all blessed by her willingness to share vulnerable thoughts and writing with the world.
This summer, Jessie is on her way to Italy to serve in a dance ministry. Italy - the hub of such art movements as the Renaissance and modern fashion. (side note: she is still needing support, so please give to her cause!)
When I think of the beauty of dance, the first partystarter, King David comes to mind. Coming home from battle, he's swinging his arms in the air. I imagine he probably did a running-man ALMOST as good as my own. Royal garments rockin' all around. Completely undignified, but God liked it anyway. God doesn't require us all to dance in pirouettes and pas de bourree to put a smile on His face. And it was God alone who David desired to please.
Not even David's first wifey Michal would stand between David and his first love. Lesson to the wise, don't make fun of your husbands dance moves lest ye be punished by God Himself..
For the non-KSV story of David's Ultimate Dance Party Royale, see II Samuel 6
But Mama Renshaw's quirks aside, God really is beautiful. We see glimpses of it in nature, ideas, people, miracles. I'm a miracle myself (but that story, another time).
Today's post cites my college roommate Jessie. An genuine example of God's beauty displayed. She was such an open vessel, willing to be used by God. It manifested in her writing, her deep friendships, her generosity, and her many artforms (dance, painting, writing). We are all blessed by her willingness to share vulnerable thoughts and writing with the world.
This summer, Jessie is on her way to Italy to serve in a dance ministry. Italy - the hub of such art movements as the Renaissance and modern fashion. (side note: she is still needing support, so please give to her cause!)
When I think of the beauty of dance, the first partystarter, King David comes to mind. Coming home from battle, he's swinging his arms in the air. I imagine he probably did a running-man ALMOST as good as my own. Royal garments rockin' all around. Completely undignified, but God liked it anyway. God doesn't require us all to dance in pirouettes and pas de bourree to put a smile on His face. And it was God alone who David desired to please.
Not even David's first wifey Michal would stand between David and his first love. Lesson to the wise, don't make fun of your husbands dance moves lest ye be punished by God Himself..
For the non-KSV story of David's Ultimate Dance Party Royale, see II Samuel 6
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