Dance with God
“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent…” Psalm 30:11-12
With questions still looming as to why God would call us away from leading worship, the overwhelming reality of parenthood hit us like a freight train. The first few months of Salem’s life are a blur. He was born into the beginnings of what Clark so accurately described as the “wilderness season”. How long would we roam this season in silence? Vision-less? Living hand to mouth? Despite it all, we felt a sense of peace that could only come from the surety of God’s divine leading. Salem’s name, which means “peaceful”, is our stone of remembrance for this season.
Have you ever followed the voice of God only to have your dreams pureed in a blender of trying circumstance… yet there is an unexplainable peace in the midst of it…. the utter assurance that He has brought you to this place and He will reverse the tragedy somehow?
It was around that time that we met Laura Hunter. She showed up like an angel on our doorstep 2 weeks after Salem was born to talk us down from the rafters of sleep deprivation and postpartum depression. One night, the Lord woke her from her sleep and whispered to her heart with a word for Clark. I’m pretty sure Clark was thinking at that point that God had somehow forgotten about him. We both did. She referenced Psalm 30 and without understanding the impact of three divinely inspired words, she simply said, “Dance with God.”
Neither she nor I knew what it meant, but Clark did. God was releasing him to take the platform once again as a lead worshipper. But this time, with fresh vision and restored wonder, Clark would begin to acknowledge a seed of pastoral leadership planted deep within him that would forever change the way he related to music or ministry.
But nothing felt the same. We weren’t the same. It was inevitably clear that more life change was just around the corner, and I could hear the faint hum of the faith blender growing louder by the minute.
Heaven help us!