And The Ballerina Falls

In the documentary city.ballet, an AOL original hosted by Sarah Jessica Parker, the male dancers discuss how they understand their position to be one of support to the female dancer. His position is solely to make the ballerina become the star. To support her, to raise her up, to catch her. He will never be the star of the show. When we think of ballet, we rarely think of the male dancer first–or at all. The ballerina in all of her beauty, grace, poise, and skill is who we think of. She shines because, in the hands of her male dance partner, she is the star. She is safe.

I have not endured the nightmares of one who has been trafficked but I am a woman. I was also once a young girl who longed to be the ballerina. The young heart which longed to twirl and dance. The young heart who longed to be graceful and elegant and free. Inside of every girl’s soul is the desire to be treasured, supported, caught, and loved. To be the Principal Ballerina.

When I was in middle school, friends and I would go to recess and day after day my friend Jackie would regale the most riveting ice-skating stories. Jackie would twirl ever so gracefully on the grass in her school clothes and tennis shoes with her arms outstretched showing us all of the moves. She recounted how proficient she was on the rink. I was transported to my own version of the Ice Capades through her parade of stories. She would tell us about her coach, the other skaters, and all of the awards she had won. I remember watching her with my star struck heart. Longing to be that graceful. Longing to be that skilled. Longing to be a dancer. It seemed so glamorous and worthwhile. She had my attention. I envied her. I believed her.

Then one day I found out it was all a lie. She was not an ice skater or even a dancer. My star struck heart was devastated and I felt like a fool. I can in no way speak for how a survivor of trafficking feels but, in my heart, I can imagine that my young girl’s feelings of foolishness might be comparable. Albeit, on a much smaller scale.

When I began volunteering with Rebecca Bender Ministries and learned Rebecca’s story, it was the first I had ever heard of the Romeo Pimp. He seems to me to be the male dancer on her dance floor The dancer who was always there. The dancer who would catch her. The dancer who would woo and court and support and love and lead her to believe she was the ballerina and that she could trust him. Until he says, "She’s ready."

The ballerina has trusted her male dancing partner up until that moment when she realizes she can’t. That one moment she is told to do something she never imagined doing. All of that supporting and courting was a lie. She feels foolish. And the ballerina falls.

The world we live in is broken. The beautiful dance He created has been tainted. Broken, perhaps, but not beyond redemption. Enter Jesus...He was born in an unassuming manger to die on a cross intended for criminals. To fix what had been broken. To save the dance. His arms outstretch for you. Jesus is the only One who will forever and always be 100% faithful. He is the only One who will catch you every single time.Our God is on the dance floor waiting for you. Won’t you show up to dance? Let Him make you shine.

Let Him woo and support and court you. His love for you is perfect. To know that the Master Choreographer of my life is before it all, with me in it all, and He holds it all together - this is my hope.

He is before all things, in Him all things hold together.
— Colossians 1:17

Keep dancing, beautiful ballerina. Trust Him to hold you.

Andrea Stunz is a Christ-follower, wife, mom, mother in law and grandmother. She has lived overseas and seen the horrors of human trafficking first hand. Andrea returned to the US to discover the same horrors going on right in her “back yard”. As a writer for Rebecca Bender Ministries, she is thankful for the opportunity to share her heart with you. Look out for more from Andrea!

Andrea Stunz is a Christ-follower, wife, mom, mother in law and grandmother. She has lived overseas and seen the horrors of human trafficking first hand. Andrea returned to the US to discover the same horrors going on right in her “back yard”. As a writer for Rebecca Bender Ministries, she is thankful for the opportunity to share her heart with you. Look out for more from Andrea!