God Doesn't Care if You Get Ice Cream
One night, I heard this song that completely lit up my heart and soul, and when I would usually spend time in prayer either journaling or reflecting, I felt God asking me to dance.
And so I did.
Right there in the living room, my place of prayer each day.
This fire burning from within, expressed in a dance of praise.
That night, dance became my prayer.
If God beckons in the movement of your body, in the dance of your soul, in the praise of your expression -- pray the prayer of dance.