There she was. Hidden in the darkness of the wardrobe. Drowned in a silence that was felt inside the four walls, as opposed to the boisterous hullabaloo of the outside precinct. She peeked through the two hinge holes and admired what she saw. She looked back at herself and felt disdain for what she saw. She saw in herself someone with less potential than the rest. The girls outside the wardrobe were dressed just like she was, the only difference being that they were outside, and she was inside.
They wore beautiful short multi-layered tulle over-skirts, with top layers gathered into sweet scallops with satin roses. Sequins decorated the bodice sections and ribbons the waists. During the first few weeks of practice, her teacher complimented and pushed her more. She was a flexible cat, and she was a beauty to look at. As the weeks dwindled slowly towards the final dance, her teacher stopped looking at her and focused on the rest of the class. She didn't understand...
But today was the final dance, and she was inside the wardrobe...willingly.
At this point she thought of what to do. Should she wait until the others remembered her? Should she wait until she heard the dance teacher's soft voice asking, "where is Titi?" Should she sneak out, pull her friends aside and ask the dreaded question, "why hadn't no one noticed her absence for the past one hour?" She thought she was the best on the team. How come they were dancing without her? Her insecurities came flooding back...as sharp as the first time they came. One by one the guests came in, grinning in anticipation of the final dance. Surely, someone must find her...before it was too late. Unless she was forgotten...
Finally she heard Mrs. Twitter ask, "where is Titi?" and she breathed a sigh of relief as she stepped out of the wardrobe into the lime light.
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Of course, our little dancer wasted so much time on irrelevant thoughts. The reason the dance teacher focused on other people was because Titi was the best, and she had already perfected her skills. All she needed was a little more repetition.
Instead of shying a way in a dark wardrobe wallowing in self pity, she should have been helping the others. She should have been a mini-assistant and an encourager. She should have shared her knowledge and put her talent to good use. She should have lifted the spirits of those who were crying, filled with shameful thoughts that they couldn't make it. Instead, she worried more about whether she was forgotten. When she was never really forgotten.
God can never forget you. Yes, He still remembers every thing He promised you. He even remembered those nights you knelt down to pray, soaked in your own tears and sweat. He's only waiting for an APPOINTED TIME. The perfect time to display you, like brand new model homes are displayed.
So while you wait, why don't you put yourself to good use? Explore your talents. Be a teacher, be an encourager, and be an uplifter. You have been given ideas...why don't you use them today? You have definitely NOT been forgotten by God. Oh yes, He remembers you...See, He has engraved you on the palms of His hands (Isaiah 49:16)
*Photo by Ekatee, Photobucket*
*Photo by Ekatee, Photobucket*