I love to dance. Every since I was little and began lessons at age four, my love for dance came out in many ways besides recitals: in my gymnastics routines, in my squad's pom-pom routines, at the school "sock hop," and of course in my bathroom mirror - microphone-hairbrush in hand.
During college I took a dance class for gym credit. And I even dated a ballroom dance instructor - spending weekends together on the dance floor. I learned to rhumba, waltz, two step, cha-cha, shag, jitterbug and jive. Ultimately, though, he was not the one for me. I married a musician/singer who supplies me endless melodies to dance to.
In addition to the in-depth look at the names of God, there's also plenty of prompts and space for journaling at each chapter's end, which I like.
With this book, Susanne has written an invitation for me to stand upon my Father's toes, lean my head against His chest, and dance with Him in eternal security. That's an invite I can't resist, and once again I'm rediscovering my love of dance.
Despite this lifelong love of rhythm and movement, can you believe I've never followed "Dancing With the Stars"? Though I did catch this season's first episode a couple weeks ago. Are you a fan?
I'm thankful for every chance to dance. Hey, when was the last time you danced?