Natural Beauty for the Dance

Everyone talks about it. The Beauty of the Dance.

But true beauty does not shine through the dance, unless the dancer embraces her or his beauty from within.

From elementary, I can remember jumping from not caring about my appearance to wanting to alter my unmanageable wild thick hair by middle school. Since I did not look like everyone else, wore hairstyles nearly no one wore, and certainly didn’t behave like most of my peers, my untrained hands treated my mane harshly. I can still hear the japing about my hair from cruel teens at the time!

Fast forward to several years later, I found a pretty woman on youtube doing a hair tutorial with her natural hair. I told myself I wished I had hair like that. Months pass and I get this incredible urge to find her videos again. After searching for a day I found them and fell in love…

With natural hair:


I immediately went on Pinterest for inspiration of all the natural hairdos I could find! It was then the Lord revealed to me that underneath all my blow drying and straightening, was beautiful natural hair He had given me since birth. It was one of His gifts to me and I had not appreciated nor embraced it for most of my conscious life. That revelation brought regret and joy to me as I began to embrace this gift. Knowing that God is perfect and He in His perfect decision, decided to give this hair to me, I realize I am perfectly made by His hands. Without the straightening tools and other physical alterations, I accept and rejoice in each physical gift the Holy Spirit breathed on me.

Now, I can dance from this depth of confidence and reflect the beauty of who He made me.

Has This Ever Happened to You?

So I’m all prepared for my first class: dance wear, music CDs, take home handouts, class itinerary, everything. I get to class 10 minutes before time to set up for my small group of students that evening. I enter the main studio to be welcomed by a old school break music for breakers blasting. Kids on scooters darting across the floor. Awaiting my students, I begin to coordinate their break-dance routine. Meanwhile, the director is no where to be found and no one with keys wants to open other classrooms for me. After much inquiry, I discover that the director had a last minute family emergency and forgot to tell the other dance instructors I was coming! No room in the inn for me. I quickly text all my students (I’m so glad I had their numbers) and cancelled the class they waited 6 weeks for. I was so upset and disappointed. Then the Holy Spirit reminded me that all things work together for my good, because I love him and am called according to His purpose. Some good will spring out from this and I’ll let you know just what the Holy spirit planned for me instead in the next few posts…