"Dance like nobody's watching."
That sounds good in theory, but if you actually saw how I dance when nobody's watching, you'd retract that statement. Trust me--it's disturbing.
My kids have walked in on it a few times and they'd be the first to confirm that I don't have a sense of rhythm. Have you ever seen a dancing inflatable man? That's me.
But I dance. I know that I'll never master the moonwalk or break dance without breaking my neck, but the One Who is watching takes pleasure in me when I live to glorify Him.
So I grab a girl and dip her like she's Ginger and I'm Fred Estaire. I take hold of a hand and dance with a boy who is laughing so hard he can't talk, and before we know it our kitchen's a dance floor and the sunshine is our spotlight. Together we dance like Somebody's watching.
We talk, we eat, we sleep, we work, we laugh, we live, and we dance like somebody's watching. And He is. With eyes of compassion upon us and grace that runs deep our God takes pleasure in the little things that we do as well as the big.
It's truly a mind-boggling thought to know that God is intimately connected with each and every one of us. There isn't one smile He doesn't see or one tear that goes unnoticed by Him. He cares that deeply for us.
And those days when you're dancing alone in the kitchen? You can be sure He's smiling with you. You are never forgotten, you are never alone.