I Hope You Dance

Houston is full of fond memories for me.  I met amazing people and got to have the coolest experiences.  And, of course, the food is AMAZING!  If you’re looking to have a straight up food vacation, go to Houston.  You won’t be disappointed.  One of my favorite memories in Houston involves my friend inviting me to a salsa class.

My friend was vibrant and full of life.  She knew I was a square and was determined to show me a good time in the city that had her heart.  So, off to salsa we went.  I had several reservations.  I’m the queen of the introverts.  Not only was this an extremely social event, but I was going to be up close and personal with a stranger.  I couldn’t really wallflower this.

The teacher was personable and excited to break down the salsa for newbies like myself.  I was paired with another guy who was new.  If you’ve never done a ballroom dance, it’s an experience.  You must maintain a specific posture.  They called it having a proper “frame.”  The man is the leader.  I was supposed to put most of my weight on the balls of my feet.  When maintaining a proper frame, it was SUPPOSED to be easier for the man to lead me.

But do ya’ll know me???  It was a mess.  He was new, and I was too.  It made for a bad combination.  We stumbled and fumbled.  I couldn’t trust him to not drop me.  We were both learning the moves.  Although I was supposed to follow my partner’s lead, I would just go with what the teacher said.  Which caused lots of missteps.  It wasn’t much fun.

Then I was paired with a veteran.  I was so nervous.  I didn’t want to ruin his experience.  My time with the other newbie was so discouraging.  The veteran and I locked in our frame and off we went.  This man WAS a master.  He pushed and prodded me all around the dance floor.  I stayed on the balls of my feet.  He was strong and sure.  Even if I wanted to misstep, he had a firm hand and guided me into the right moves.  Ya’ll, he twirled me.  We glided across that floor.  I laughed and had the most amazing time.  I was in the hands of a master.

Of course, I’m going to bring this lesson on home.  Life is better when you put your life in the hands of the ultimate Master.  Clearly this dance let me know that I have major control and trust issues.  I didn’t really enjoy myself until I put my hands in the hands of one who could truly guide me.  I hope you all get to experience the joy of dancing with the Master. #wepreach