Have you ever had a moment when you have felt your spirit dancing? This past weekend, for the first time in many years, I felt just that. I do not know what happened, how it happened or why it happened, I just know that it did. I had a spring in my step and a smile on my face.
And now, on Monday morning, I find my spirit moping around, returning to it's typical state. I do not like this. I want it to dance and shout for joy. I want it to stand on the mountaintop and shout, to leap from mountaintop to mountaintop. It was such a great feeling, the feeling of true joy and happiness. I felt part of me returning. The part of me that I have silenced for so long. The part of me that I like, that enjoys life and embraces it.
So now, I am left asking myself what did I do different? What was different? What happened? Part of me believes that it was God showing me who I am, showing me how He sees me, letting me be free of the worldly condemnation and judgement for just a brief moment. How did He do this? Who did He put in my path to help me feel this way? I can theorize and put the weekend under the microscope, but where will that get me? I just need to enjoy the moment, cherish the time I had in the moment. And be aware of my spirit and how it dances.
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