Dancing my way through life

Javacia N. Harris

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I'm a journalist living in Louisville, Kentucky, but I moved here from California and I was born and bred in Birmingham, Alabama. This means I often use the words "dude" and "y'all" in the same sentence. You've been warned. If you want to read the stuff I write to pay the rent, visit www.courier...

Sunday, October, 26, 2008

The break from dancing that I have to take thanks to my accident couldn’t have come at a worst time. I’m a dancer and choreographer with my church’s praise and worship dance ministry and we’re having our big annual concert today and I’ll be in the audience. Sigh.

Last week all the members of the dance ministry were to spend an hour a day in prayer about the concert and the ministry. Monday night while I was praying I felt God telling me to dance for him despite my accident. Now, I’m not one of those people who walks around saying, God told me to do it. I’ve never heard some loud, booming voice from the heavens telling me to go forth and if I did I’d probably faint.

But sometimes I feel something inside of me instructing me to do or not to do certain things and I have this hunch that the message might be divine. And I felt like that Monday night. But then I thought, wait a minute. I don’t think God would want me doing leaps and pirouettes against doctor’s orders after I’ve been knocked to the ground by a car. Then I felt a whisper say, “Live your life as a dance for me.”

I may be going crazy. I may be talking to myself and thinking it’s God, but right now I don’t care. Those words were beautiful and has me excited to be alive. Do you know how fabulous my life would be if I could somehow turn going to work, cleaning my house and even sitting in traffic into a dance for God!

So I’m going to just go with this as my new mantra for a while and see how it works out. But if it turns out this was an early sign of some kind mental illness, I’ll let you know.