sometimes when I dance
I remember how I used to dance
not as a stripper
but when I first started dancing
for Him
has it changed?
does it matter?
as I grow closer
if that’s even possible
will the movements change
or is my dance
my dance
in the arms of Him
Who twirls me in His Love
twirling
“A Dance with Desires”
God has kissed
the simplest desires of my heart
the ones I would’ve
pushed aside
the ones I would’ve
turned away from
He’s met
with His hand out
dancing all around
dipping each one in His love
twirling them into existence
for me to see
“The Music Box”
a vision
memories
thoughts from the past
as a child
with a music box Continue reading
“With Blinders On”
having not forgotten
I dance on this path
trusting
sewing
dying
writing
singing
believing there’s more
if I just keep moving
at times it seems tougher
when I feel a tantrum coming on
lonely
crying
fearing
quitting
noticing
that my foot doesn’t want to move forward
that my life tends to want to run away
but in those moments I remember
the path He’s put me on
oh
there’s a right and a left in view
but my path is straight and narrow
it’s not a sin to cry
but I must move forward
there’s a destiny I see
and every step creates the journey
I want to leave a path for my kids to teach about
I want to leave a legacy to carry on
not of my name but of His
not of my plan but of God’s
two more dresses came today
a total of three in two days
a stranger who’s a friend
dressed in glory
dancing in glory
releasing glory
to reign down again
Dancing in Her Eyes
Last night, I went to a pretty amazing home group, and while I was there, a man spoke two words over me. The second word was so profound: “that I was an extravagant worshiper.” It was so right on that I forgot what the first word was, until today. Continue reading
Worship Flags and Infinity Scarfs 