Free to Dance

Father,

I am humbled by your work in my life...how you never leave me, but move mountains to reach me, time and again. Signs, wonders, friends, words...and even Yourself.

The week ended on a friday night filled with peace and fellowship... and a heart strangely set free to soar again. To dance in the deserted garden in pyjamas, to sit alone and worship until a grown man wails on His knees.I don't know exactly what did it, or even if it were bound in the first place, but this I do know... that You were with us.

A heart once again free to plumb the depths and climb the heights... in You we shall stand Lord.

God, Dad, thank you. friend, thank you too...

Today I finally find rest, overdue since last weekend, and this evening...mm.. nay, morning.. as I write, I can sense Your Presence just around me even right now... how strange and wonderful You are.

In perhaps 7 or 8 hours, there will be service, fellowship, songs, celebration, preaching... gd stuff :)

But for now... in the quiet of this evening, I am Yours.