I'm so happy I could do a dance.
Literally. Today, I wish I were a dancer, I mean a hardcore tappin, twirlin, pointe-in, leapin ballerina.
I've always kinda wanted to be one. I never took dance when I was a little kid...but sure as heck I could leap and twist my way down an empty hallway :).
Today, I am going home.
This is a big deal, because I'm a college kid. My mom and brother came up 2 weekends ago and visited, but now I get to go HOME. I get to see all those glorious familiar places, the ones that you just notice without trying to...the trees, the sky, your nextdoor neighbor's mailbox, the old house on the hill. I'm completely stoked.
But more than that, I get to see my family - my blood family and my church family. I'm goin h ome for Disciple Now Weekend at church. This will probably be one of the best weekends of my year. No lie.
So anyway, I wrote this pretty much just to tell you that I'm so incredibly stoked, that I want to dance [even though I am a horrible dancer].
Something about going somewhere gloriously familiar, somewhere where special things happen, awakes a new engergy and excitement in the soul. Really.
:)
"Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days." Psalm 90:14, NIV.