Faith allowed her bag to slide to the floor and slipped out of her shoes. Releasing a long pent up sigh, she attempted to inhale a deep breath. Her attempt to release the stress of the day proved fruitless. Her mind exploded like a firecracker on the fourth of July.
“Okay, I’ve got to draft that essay and research Moore’s Law. There are about thirty math problems to be done. Studying for the exam in a few days would be a good idea. Of course, I really need to dust, too.” Faith swiped her finger over her dresser. “Yep, I really need to dust.”
Her gaze flicked to the Bible on her nightstand. Her eyebrows rose. “Did I leave that there?”
Normally, her Bible sat comfortably in the small basket beside her bed, ready to be pulled out first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Faith cocked her head. “Hmmm.” She didn’t usually leave it on the nightstand.
She walked over to it and placed a finger on the open page. “That’s funny,” she thought. “I don’t usually leave it open, either.”
Shrugging out of her jacket, she eased down to sit on her bright pink rug. She leaned her back against her bed, settled her Bible on her knees, and began to read.
Somewhere in the middle of an elegant court with exotic animals and exquisite tapestries, Faith followed the path of a shepherd-made-king. He stood at the entrance to his palace, his city, and gaped at the throng of adoring people, his people. Faith tasted his nervousness, feeling as overwhelmed as he. The questions swirled about her brain as they surely did his thousands of years ago. Could she do this? Could she make it? Could she do what God wanted her to do? Be what God wanted her to be? In her palace, as a daughter of the King on an ordinary college campus?
Faith swallowed as her eyes slid down the page.
Faith watched David dance and she smiled.
She bowed her head. “Thank You, Lord, for setting my Bible right where it needed to be today and opening it to the perfect page. Thank You for showing me Your plan. Teach me the dance.”
Faith’s mind wandered.
After many years in the desert, caring for sheep and tending to the unruly flocks, sitting for hours beneath trees composing songs to the King of his heart, David found himself plopped into a palace. He was king and the leader of all Israel. After a long and drawn-out battle with Saul, he was finally there.
After thirty years in good-for-nothing Nazareth, working in the carpenter shop and honoring His parents, spending hours and hours in the Temple studying God’s Word and conversing with His Father, Jesus began his ministry. He was the Christ. The One who came for us. The One who would secure our salvation.
Faith’s musings continued.
After eighteen years in a school consisting of a kitchen table and a desk before her bedroom window, after waking leisurely and spending time at Jesus’ feet every morning, Faith struggled to juggle a loaded freshman schedule, a part-time job, and just a little sleep mixed in for good measure.
Faith shook her head. Her math problems, studying, and chores beckoned. But for now, she was silent, still, and smiling. She was a little girl again, quiet and carefree.
Because she could finally see.
It was time to dance.Copyright © by Rachelle Rea | 0 comments