It was a crisp, fall day. Just enough leaves were on the ground to make a crunching noise as I walked the trails through the woods. The leaves, in variegation's of browns, golds and yellows, still clinging to the trees, gave off an illusion of sunlight shining through the canopy above me.
Twenty minutes of walking was all I needed to complete my exercise routine for that day. With headphones tuned to my latest favorite songs, the "Tinker Bell Soundtrack", I walked to the beat of the music. Slow and then fast, the songs encouraged me to stay in a healthy rhythm as I stepped and stomped on dry leaves. For my body, it made me healthier. For my spirit, it filled me with joy. Today I could not help but dance.
Arms moving in unison and in expression to the music, my spirit soared. Joy and elation filled me full. How could I hang onto this jubilation I feel right now, I asked myself. Dancing, marching, stepping, my body soared right along with my spirit.
Then I saw Him. He took my breath away. I could only stop and stare. He stood in front of me, robe pulled up between His legs and tucked into His belt.
And then He danced.
Legs bent high, He awed me with His jubilation. He was dancing to my happiness. He was happy because I was happy.
I could do nothing but watch, His feet lifting high as He did what seemed to be an Irish Jig. He wanted me to watch Him dance. He wanted me to see what joy I had brought to Him by my joy.
"Watch how I do it! I'll teach you to do MY dance," He seemed to say. No audible words did I hear, only loud thoughts. That was how I knew it was Him. For that is how He speaks to me...through my thoughts and imagination.
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