Poetry Night at The Prelude was really good last night, except I forgot to ask someone to record it, but it went well.
I read some poems that explained who I used to be and how Jesus changed my life. I was asked, for next time, if I’d bring my flags and dance a song. Only God knows what that meant to me, especially now.
Very recently (on Wednesday), I questioned in my heart if I should even use them in public anymore (because of someone’s reaction to them). What that person did and said felt like it crushed me, so wouldn’t that just be God’s timing?!
Right after I felt crushed by one, I was lifted by another.
To me, it’s more than a dance. It’s more like a passion!
Next month, when I dance a song, I’ll see if someone will record it. (Sometimes, that’s hard to find.)