On Friday, we spent the morning dancing and worshipping with widows. It was beautiful. Tears filled my eyes. In that small, concrete building with no lights and muddy floors; I saw a glimpse of Heaven. Heaven on earth as believers from all walks of life, with unique stories and testimonies, danced together. Women who had lost husbands, who were once filled with sorrow, danced with joy.
For the Lord’s goodness, for His grace, for His love, for His everlasting promises.
On Sunday, we danced with a man we had prayed over.
A man who two days ago was lying lifeless on the ground of a crowded hospital, now stood in front of the church healed by the Lord.
A man who now joined us in dancing to worship a God who heals, protects, and provides.
Where we will dance in front of our creator endlessly.
There won’t be sickness or sorrow or grieving.
There won’t be language barriers.
We will not grow weary.
We will just dance and sing praise unending.
And let me tell you, It’s going to be absolutely beautiful.