Picture it.
I'm in a church sanctuary.
The lights are dim.
The worship team is doing their thang' and doing it right.
People are praising, singing, dancing, raising their voices and hands.
What am I doing?
Well, I'm singing that's for sure, but I'm doing something else.
It's something I've been doing since training camp…
Whenever I start really truly worshipping, I start to sway.
I don't mean like a little breezy sway, I mean like a
"Woah, I totally thought I was going to fall over for a minute there…"
I don't know if it looks like that, but it sure feels like it.
So I'm swaying, swaying and singing.
I stop for a moment, and ask Him:
"Why am I swaying?
Why have I been swaying?"
I felt Him smile.
He simply responded:
"Because we're slow dancing."
Well that was good enough for me.
I now embrace the sway.
I'm in a church sanctuary.
The lights are dim.
The worship team is doing their thang' and doing it right.
People are praising, singing, dancing, raising their voices and hands.
What am I doing?
Well, I'm singing that's for sure, but I'm doing something else.
It's something I've been doing since training camp…
Whenever I start really truly worshipping, I start to sway.
I don't mean like a little breezy sway, I mean like a
"Woah, I totally thought I was going to fall over for a minute there…"
I don't know if it looks like that, but it sure feels like it.
So I'm swaying, swaying and singing.
I stop for a moment, and ask Him:
"Why am I swaying?
Why have I been swaying?"
I felt Him smile.
He simply responded:
"Because we're slow dancing."
Well that was good enough for me.
I now embrace the sway.
