Monty and I have been taking dance lessons the last couple of weeks, thanks to a Christmas gift given us by our eldest son. We've been having the time of our lives learning the waltz, foxtrot, merengue, two-step and country swing. It has been a lot of fun going on 'dance dates' each week. I am learning to follow my husband's lead. It is not always easy. He is learning to not step on my toes. That is not always easy either. I feel these dance lessons go right along with life. As Christians, we believe that God ordained the husband to be the leader of the family unit, and the wife is to be the helpmeet. She is to follow her husband's lead. He is to love his wife as Christ loves the church, which means not crushing her toes. We need to be counting the same beat and moving in the same direction. We need to be dancing the same dance.
We are both figuring out our roles on the dance floor, as well as always working on bettering ourselves in the marriage roles that God has put us in. I am continually fighting the urge to lead. Monty is trying not to step on my toes. We are moving with the music- together and in sync- and making our lives a beautiful dance.
