Daily Devo
A Divine Dance
By: Kim Garrett
Wednesday, November 12, 2025
The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in his love he will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17
My husband and I spent the past five days nestled away in a Georgia cabin. Seventy-two hours ago, I awoke to birds, crickets, and critters. Today, I heard cars and trucks racing up and down Dairy Road. Previously, our home seemed relatively quiet, but now my heart sinks in sadness. Where is that divine space I experienced just a few days earlier?
When I'm engaged with nature and surrounded by a thick garb of trees, it soothes my soul. I also love to nestle in front of a blazing fireplace and burrow into my books and journal. As I write and study, I'm talking to God. My thoughts, dreams, and ideas seem to flow much easier. I try to capture each one of them with words so I can revisit them later. As I re-read what I've written, it often gives me divine instructions.
Within the quiet confines of mother nature, God gives me hidden gems that are only discovered through holy solitude. Inside the cabin I find peace, calm, and stillness. Outside, I hear the whispers of nature that seem to be worshipping our Heavenly Father. As the wind oscillates through the trees, the sound shelters me from the world's noise and chaos. Eventually, I get up from the kitchen table and move to a rocking chair on the porch. As the wind brushes across my cheek, each gust orchestrates a symphonic tune like none other. My soul is at home here and I instantly know it.
...a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. Ecclesiastes 3:4
Suddenly, I recognize my Heavenly Father's presence. He's right here with me. At first, I'm taken aback. Closing my eyes, I see an invitation, a heavenly summon to participate in His divine dance. My thoughts are racing as I think "God, this porch is covered with dried up leaves and fallen acorns, and the furniture is weathered and uninviting. Not to mention, I hardly see any floor space that would be conducive to dancing."
Then it happens... Something wells up from deep within and it makes me smile. "Kim, you've been here before." I know my Heavenly Father well, so I have prior memories of our past dances. He replaces my reluctancy with joyful anticipation; When I get up, He leads, and I follow. As my heart connects to His, I giggle. Without hesitation I respond to His invitation, "Yes Lord, let's dance."