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Dancing is defined as generally referring to movement of the body usually rythmic and to music.But to me, its much more than that.
Even as a baby, my parents have seen me swaying and clapping my hands(uncoordinated as it may be) to any music I'd hear. Even when the ice cream truck passed by, I'd begin to sway and fling my hands up in the air. Dance was a part of my life early on. When I was 12, one of the members of the church invited me to attend a dance training, my parents gave me a go and so soon after I became a member of the Dance Ministry of our church. Whatever am feeling, whether mad, happy or sad. I would go inside my room, lock the door, open the radio and dance until all of my worries, frustrations and anger slip away.
When I was 14, a childhood friend of mine suddenly collapsed while playing basketball. A boy who loved to tease and yet he would make sunday school fun and exciting. So healthy, and full of life. And in an instant, he was gone. At his necrological service- we, his childhood friends who were also members of the Youth Ministry danced "Lord, I offer my life". Every move and step I took, was too painful to make. But when I heard the part of the song saying, "what do we have that you have not given, what do we ask that is not already yours, all we possess are these lives we're living, AND THATS WHAT WE GIVE TO YOU LORD..."
Our friend, gave his life, though short as it may be, to our LORD. And when I danced that day, I too, decided that every dance I make, everything I do, will be for the glory of our dear Lord JESUS.
Even as a baby, my parents have seen me swaying and clapping my hands(uncoordinated as it may be) to any music I'd hear. Even when the ice cream truck passed by, I'd begin to sway and fling my hands up in the air. Dance was a part of my life early on. When I was 12, one of the members of the church invited me to attend a dance training, my parents gave me a go and so soon after I became a member of the Dance Ministry of our church. Whatever am feeling, whether mad, happy or sad. I would go inside my room, lock the door, open the radio and dance until all of my worries, frustrations and anger slip away.
When I was 14, a childhood friend of mine suddenly collapsed while playing basketball. A boy who loved to tease and yet he would make sunday school fun and exciting. So healthy, and full of life. And in an instant, he was gone. At his necrological service- we, his childhood friends who were also members of the Youth Ministry danced "Lord, I offer my life". Every move and step I took, was too painful to make. But when I heard the part of the song saying, "what do we have that you have not given, what do we ask that is not already yours, all we possess are these lives we're living, AND THATS WHAT WE GIVE TO YOU LORD..."
Our friend, gave his life, though short as it may be, to our LORD. And when I danced that day, I too, decided that every dance I make, everything I do, will be for the glory of our dear Lord JESUS.
