Dance with Immanuel – Cold Wax Painting
Suddenly I felt lifted up with a lot of momentum and whirled around as if we were dancing exuberantly before Immanuel put me down in the middle of a green mountain pasture.
Come, trust my guidance!
Dancing is like no other activity an expression of vulnerability (Brené Brown). Especially if it is a free style form of dancing. Only when you are inwardly free and healed, do you have the liberty to express yourself in dance.
During a conference one unit started with a time of quiet and guidance for the Immanuel process (a kind of spiritual exercise). We had just been told to remember a moment where we experienced God’s presence especially clearly. Even before I could think of something, I suddenly had the inner impression that Jesus lifted me up with a lot of momentum and whirled me around in a circle as if we were dancing and frolicking around, before he put me gently down in the middle of a green mountain pasture.
What a surprise! I was completely unprepared for this and speechless. I certainly could not have imagined that on my own. It was a moment of reveling joy in a beautiful surrounding. It was an expression full of exuberant joy, joy about being together, freedom, liberty, vulnerability, beauty, wordless appreciation and agreement.
When reflecting on it and wondering what Jesus wanted to tell me through this vision, he showed me that this was in a direct contrast to the treatment by others I was used to. Jesus rejoices in me, despite my imperfections and treats me with a lot of appreciation and respect as a woman.
With Jesus, I do not need to be afraid, that he might tear off my stripes or treat me pejoratively because of some failure or lack of gifting, or that he would treat me like a second-class citizen because I am a woman. Only in Jesus can we find such complete acceptance and security!
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The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing.
Zeph, 3,17