"I see you dancing with Jesus."
Those words echoed in my head for so long, even so many years later when I thought I'd forgotten. When I was eleven, a group of people said that they saw me dancing with Jesus. Then, as puberty hit and I grew up, I feared that those words would never be true. I met Jesus long ago, but left Him in my foolish pride. I thought I knew better than He did. One day, when mourning the person I'd become, I recalled those words. "I see you dancing with Jesus." The tears flowed. It was too late. Jesus would never dare commune with such a sinner.
After my baptism, I realized just how true those words are. Despite all I've done, and the fact that I am a terribly awkward dancer, I am indeed dancing with Jesus. Each day of my life, I wake up to the sweetest love ever known. My heart is filled with a joy beyond understanding, one that overflows even when I'm unhappy. I imagine myself as a little child again, and I'm standing on Jesus' feet as He twirls me around and around and around. And I don't get dizzy. Nothing is able to distract my attention from His perfect eyes. It wasn't too late.
"Jesus could never forgive me."
Those words also have echoed in my head. We were about to eat Thanksgiving dinner with another family, and I had been asked to pray. I awkwardly squeezed the words out (I wasn't exactly a Christian then), and afterwards the father of the family we were eating with said that he could never pray because Jesus could never forgive him for the things he'd done. I only listened with a saddened heart, knowing that surely somehow God could forgive him, but found no encouraging words to say.
I wish with all my heart that I'd said something to him. This is my heart's deepest desire: that all who feel God could never, ever forgive them would know that He already has! As long as your heart beats, it's never too late to turn back. My prayer is that next time, I find the words. It's never too late to dance with Jesus.
