I’m taking a dance class at my daughter’s studio. I have no dance background. None. Zip. Zero. Nada. We spend half of class time on technique. The other half is spent learning to worship through dance.
And it’s been amazing.
It’s very freeing to just dance. To let go. No one spends time checking out dance moves. The studio transforms into an intimate getaway as we draw close to the Lover of our souls.
And in one such time, I was reminded of Ruth.
If you’re not familiar with the story, it’s a quick read (Ruth). Naomi finds herself in Moab after fleeing famine in Judea. While there her husband and both sons die. Ruth, her Moabite daughter-in-law, accompanies her back to Bethlehem.
Naomi and Ruth face a brutal truth. They need a provider. They need a kinsman-redeemer. The…