“Skipping is just jumping for joy, step after step.” – Jessi Lane Adams
When I was a child, I loved to skip. I would skip to that catchy tune, “skip, skip, skip to my Lou….skip to my Lou my darling!”.
Why was I skipping to my Lou? What in the world is a Lou anyway?? Wikipedia shared some light on the meaning and explained it this way.
“Skip to My Lou” is a simple game of stealing partners (or swapping partners as in square dancing). It’s an ice-breaker, a good dance to get a group acquainted to one another and to get everyone in the mood for swinging around.
It’s interesting to note that “loo” is the Scottish word for “love.” The spelling change from “loo” to “lou” probably happened as Anglo-Americans, and the song, became Americanized.
Oh yes, I was skipping for love. My outward motions reflected what was going on, on the inside.
The deeper I dig for God, the deeper He digs inside me. When I think my dreams are dead and tucked neatly in the grave, He reminds me that they are not. Through Moses costly mistake over anger, God shows me that He is a God of second chances. We can pursue those God-given dreams again.
For this, my heart begins to skip – skip for love. Skipping for the love of a God who cares so much for me that He remembers how important that my dreams are and that He wants to revive them.
Do you find yourself with a full heart and wanting to express your joy, but fearful that you would be viewed as some kind of freak for expressing your inner child?
Remember that skipping is just jumping for joy, step after step.
“But for you who fear my name, the Sun of Righteousness will rise with healing in his wings. And you will go free, leaping with joy like calves let out to pasture.” (Malachi 4:2)