The Left Turn

Anyone who's had some experience dancing will tell you that turning is always easier on one side than the other. For most of us, it's the right (for some odd-ies it's the left), which means left-side turns are incredulously hard to manage.
So this is a story about my left-side turn.
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Recently I read a book entitled "The Divine Embrace".
Sounds like one of those ho-hum titles? Guess again.
This is a book about -get this- dancing with Jesus.
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Day 1 of Semester 2 (a.k.a. yesterday).
For some strange reason I dreaded it. Ok maybe it's not so strange, considering how that's what I feel majority of the time ever since school started last August - dread.
I don't really understand why. I mean, dancing I'm supposed to love, and I do. But I guess dance school is just a little out of my league, and I'm not all that confident or certain or capable.

"But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me." -2 Cor 12:9

So there I was, Monday morning in ballet class, getting ready to do my left-side turns. And then, quite out of the blue, Jesus asked me, "Are you still dancing for yourself? Or are you going to dance for Me? Or how about dancing with Me?"
In my heart, I knew the answer even before I could thought-wave it over to Him in a proper sentence.
Within seconds, it was my turn. "Ok Jesus, this is for You!" I inhaled sharply and was off.
Like all happily-ever-after fairytales, this one had a happy ending. I did the best turns I've ever done in my entire life on the left side! In fact -Yan Hui's comment confirmed my feeling- they were as good as my right side turns!

Today was Day 2.
I am still learning how to dance for Jesus and with Jesus.
It can be mighty strange, because these are solo movements, unlike ballroom, where you actually have a partner to dance with.
Still, the little I've tasted, the glorious feeling of being led by Him as I move across the dance floor, is sweeter than any euphoria I could get off applauses of any kind.

Now that I know what it's like to dance with Jesus, there's no way I'm ever going to dance solo again.