It was late. I sat on our bed, eyes glued to my phone, unable to stop tracking the results of the national election. I readily admit I couldn’t vote for either of the top candidates, and trepidation crept in at the thought of either outcome.
He slid into the room like Tom Cruise in Risky Business, striking a goofy pose reserved only for me.
“Dance with me, babe.”
I grinned, scrambled off the bed, and we enthusiastically imitated all our favorite Dancing With the Stars moves. (Not that David enjoys the show or anything— Ahem. Ahem.) We aren’t great dancers, but we both needed the moment of levity, laughing at our rhythmical ineptitude. Such a sweet time. In the words of Andrew Peterson, we went “dancing in the minefields.”
And we lay down in peace and slept. And the sun still rose. And God still reigns.
A song runs through my mind. We danced to it at our wedding reception.
Cause the only way to find your life
Is to lay your own life down
And I believe it’s an easy price
For the life that we have found
And we’re dancing in the minefields
We’re sailing in the storm
This is harder than we dreamed
But I believe that’s what the promise is for
So when I lose my way, find me
When I loose love’s chains, bind me
At the end of all my faith, till the end of all my days
When I forget my name, remind me
‘Cause we bear the light of the Son of Man
So there’s nothing left to fear
So I’ll walk with you in the shadowlands
Till the shadows disappear
‘Cause he promised not to leave us
And his promises are true
So in the face of all this chaos, baby,
I can dance with you
“In the face of this chaos, baby I can dance with you.” The last few months have been a whirlwind. Now, that’s an understatement, if I’ve ever penned one. We planned a wedding, my Dad died, got married, wept with loved ones facing life-altering devastation, we moved me to where David is, and we began life together. Moving to a new city threw me much further out of my comfort zone than I thought it would. And all the while, the election cycle dragged on.
But there has been incredible sweetness in the whirlwind. There is beauty in the messy. David and I are learning to be one flesh. We have the joy of loving and being loved by the other. What great joy it is! We get to point each other to Jesus. We get serve each other. We get to remind each other who we are in Christ. There is grace in disagreements. He is learning to lead, and I am learning to follow. We get to remember our desperate need for God.
Life is so much better together.
“We bear the light of the Son of Man, so there’s nothing left to fear.” Therefore, this morning my heart links dancing in our bedroom with things like elections.
In the wake of personal whirlwind and national chaos, this I call to mind.
“Be still and know that I am God. I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10.
We get to dance with joy. God will be exalted.
He is sovereign over all. I can dance through minefields because my greatest need has already been met at the cross. I have lost my life and found it in Christ. Therefore,
I can be kind to those with whom I disagree.
I can respect authorities and pray for our leaders.
I can believe the best in others.
I can fight for life. All life— the unborn, the refugee, the downtrodden, the outcast.
I can rest in knowing God will accomplish His purposes.
I can love.
I can delight in a husband again, and we can gracefully dance through minefields together.
And I can remember that my highest calling is to bear the light of the Son of Man.
“Dancing in the Minefields” by Andrew Peterson
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