The Dance Floor

This time last year I would've walked into prayer with a list.

A list of requests.

A list of people I needed to forgive.

A list of things I wanted God to fix.

On this day … I walked in with nothing.

No begging. No bargaining. No heavy heart.

Just peace.

Just presence.

Just Him.

I’m living in the freedom I prayed for years ago.

God keeps bringing me back to the dance floor —

and I don’t even know how to dance.

But I’m learning to follow His lead, step by step,

to a rhythm He chooses.

So I forgive quicker.

I don’t go to bed angry.

I don’t wake up angry.

Not at others.

Not even at myself.

And some days… I smile

even when I don’t feel like it

because joy is something I practice now.

This time last year I was praying for freedom.

Today, I’m dancing in it. 💛

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