I really really just want to dance.
You know that feeling you get when you hear a good beat or a song you just absolutely love you can’t help but move to it? Or when you’re at Jesus’ feet in worship and the only thing you can do is dance before him? When I was little I used to move all the furniture in the living room so I would have lots of space and I would just dance for hours until my daddy came home from work then I would show him my routines. So full of joy I would just dance happy to share it with anyone willing to watch me. Well that’s how I feel right now, I want to move all the furniture in a room and just let my heavenly Father watch me dance for him. I hear worship music or I wake up with a song in my head and my spirit goes wild inside of me. I may look a bit silly but that’s one thing I’ve learned to embrace. I am so craving that right now. To just dance, to let go and let it all out. I haven’t given in to it just yet this month, the desire builds up and leaks out a little bit each day but my spirit it dying to get out and worship! Do you ever feel that way? It’s the best feeling in the world. I first experienced it at training camp over a year ago. I stepped out of the tiny box I used to stand in during worship and now I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go back. Haha o goodness…
Dance this week. Let loose. Go wild for Jesus. Be free.
Well here it is, month 11. I’m not entirely sure where I am, the “unseen” country of Transnistria, somewhere in Moldova. This month altogether is just strange, kinda feels like I’m in the twilight zone. My team is living and working alongside another team which has helped to keep things fun. We are living in an empty orphanage out in the middle of nowhere. Ministry has consisted of an assortment of things such as painting walls, sanding and painting a million bed frames, weeding, working in a brick yard digging up and moving bricks to go into building a training center, going to the church’s youth group, helping with Sunday school, and we even went to a concert and hitched a ride home with the band in their bus. The pastor called us his personal slaves for the month when we first got here, well he wasn’t kidding. I guess it’s a good note to end on, go home sore and achy and more exhausted than I’ve ever felt in my life. (That’s not sarcasm because I’ll actually have time to rest and hopefully it will be in a cozy bed with a soft pillow!)
Thank you Jesus!
