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the dance . . .

You ever get that feeling like something is coming? You can't quite put your finger on it, but you feel, in your spirit, that you're on the edge of something. I have had this feeling a lot lately {and I think Brock would agree with me}. It's not out of discontentment with our life {I'm am very, very grateful for the life we have}, it's out of a constant call for our story to be different. Dangerous. Crazy. There are no plans in the works or secrets to tell, but we are praying. We are praying that this God caused stir will continue. Whatever that looks like.

We are dancers lead by the Lord of the Dance. He may turn, spin, twirl & move us where ever he leads . . . . all we can do is to hold on tight.

I like dancing.