...dance.
This last weekend, I had the opportunity to dance in my friend Mandy's senior piece. I met some amazing girls, made new friends, and had a little too much fun preparing to perform these past couple of months. When Mandy called me to participate, without hesitation I said yes, not really knowing what to expect. Aside from having not danced consistently for a couple of years and facing a rather difficult injury, I had to face some insecurities. But I missed dance, after all. I knew Mandy had been lead to call me, and I couldn't let her, or myself, down.
I've always thought it interesting how the things I love and treasure the most, are too often the things I take for granted. Dancing, for example, was almost taken away from me this year. But last weekend, due to the high volume of prayers and blessings received, I did dance again. Did I mention that the dance was about healing? Miracles happen every day; nothing is a coincidence. God loves us. That's what's up.
Dance like no one's watching?...not me. I was dancing for someone special.
And boy, did it feel good.
