Dance in your jammies (Part 2 to Look at me!)

Ok, so yesterday I talked about my deep need to know I matter, that I’m special to God, my family and at least a few thousand (OK, OK, 787) Facebook friends. I pooh-poohed thinking too much of the good things God has brought into my life or pondering too long on the things I’ve accomplished. There’s a flip side though. I don’t really want to be the person who berates herself either… “I’m just a slimy piece of Twinkie wrapper, a piece of dirt caught in the bottom of someone’s shoe, a smidge of mouse dropping in the corner of the garage… covered by dust… and a 12-year-old bag of fertilizer.”

No, that’s not going to work. If I think of myself as a no-good, rotten ne’er do well, then that’s exactly how I’m going to act.

So how do we do this thing?

Four things popped into my brain as I was thinking about it. One of those four had to do with pepperoni pizza, so we’ll forget that – but the other three thoughts stuck with me. They may not feel all connected, but it’s my blog so I get to break all literary rules that force me to keep it neat anyway.

So here we go:

I’m loved.

God loves me. He loved me when I used to sneak out of the church to smoke a cigarette and when I sat doing that radio broadcast with the big kahuna. He found me downright adorable when I was 3 years old, spunky at 16 and fondly persnickety at 42. He loves me because I’m his own. His girl. His daughter. That’s what defines me and thank God that’s the way it is. When I define myself by things I’ve done, it gets messy. It means when a book tanks, I tank. When 1000 friends de-friend me, I am a loser. It means if half of you unsubscribe from this blog because I don’t follow literary rules, I’m done.

But if God loves me and holds my “success,” then I’m safe. If my journey as a loved woman of God takes a few dark turns, I’m in good hands. If I make some strides in earthly success, it’s his deal. If I tank one day and shine the next, He’s got me.

Ah, the freedom in being defined by his love and not by my works!

But we should still dance in our jammies…

When we get things right, we should still celebrate. When we get noticed at work, when we share a chocolate bar (and we really don’t want to), when we love on our child even after he or she gets 27 speeding tickets in 19 days – we should take some time to boogie. David, in the Bible, knew how to celebrate. At one point he danced in the street in his linen ephod.  What’s a linen ephod? Think Fruit of the Loom, loincloth, tighty whitey. People were shocked, but He could care less, He loved his God and couldn’t contain the wild celebration of God’s goodness.

Now, I am not encouraging you to dance in your underwear. David was lucky. They didn’t have charges like “indecent exposure” back in his day.

Perhaps you could dance in your jammies instead. Although do avoid any main streets….

Listen, when good things come, celebrate. Dance, Smile, laugh. Go out to dinner. Treat yourself on ice cream. Do a jig in your jammies. Good things and our good God are worth celebrating!

One last quick thing – when we do that, live loved and dance for God’s goodness, we point the way to God.

Late one afternoon, I was looking over a lake. The sun was just setting. The rays created a pathway of light on the water. I traced its sparkling beauty from the shore to the setting sun. That jeweled pathway was pointing the way to the source of light.

That’s what we get to do. When we live loved and celebrate God and the good things He is doing in our lives, we point people to him. Like each shimmering wave on that lovely lake, we all sparkle together and point to the same source.

The cool thing? When we do that, others find him easier to spot… and ultimately, get to dance in their jammies too.

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11 Responses to Dance in your jammies (Part 2 to Look at me!)

  1. Kitty Kok says:

    You keep dancing, girl! I’ll join you as there is lots to be thankful for in my life!

  2. Rodney Rieth says:

    Okay, Elsa –

    If I get caught dancing in my jammies (and I’m totally up for it)…..
    who posts bail?

    Love your blog –

  3. Denise Kitchen says:

    This is SUCH an important concept for women to understand. While working daily with women in ministry, I see their own self image as being one of their greatest stumbling blocks to true freedom. Thank you so much for sharing this in one of your first blogs. It is so key to help us find out who we truly are in Christ and that bottom line is all that matters. And as we say in CR….Thanks for sharing….

  4. Arthur says:

    Your stuff is always hits the right notes. Pun intended. 🙂

  5. Alice says:

    Woohoo, let’s all jammie dance! All that’s missing on this post is a YouTube video of you dancing in your jammies. 🙂
    Alice

  6. Michele says:

    That’s one of my favorite stories (David dancing in the street!)… and let’s just say, there isn’t enough time in the day for me to do all the dancing I want to do!!!!!!
    Thank you, Jesus!!!!!!! And thank you, Elsa, for sharing His love and goodness!!!!

  7. LaVern Drollette says:

    Love your insite. I teach a lesson on the 4th sunday of each month…..could I share your insiteful thoughts from time to time???? Thanks we miss Sam and yes I am still working on her blanket.
    Always a friend
    LaVern

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